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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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Hi all, sorry this has taken a while. I’ve rushed this chapter out so don’t be surprised if there’s some mistakes. Moe notes at the end, please read. :)
The Malfoys and Nosy Death Eaters
The next few days went by rather quickly and Harry was happy to note he managed to use them all wisely. Each morning after breakfast he, Severus and the Dark Lord would move to the study to talk and plan. They discussed what they considered to be the best approach for defeating Dumbledore, the order and the ministry as well as how would be best to keep Harry's chosen people out of harm’s way. Harry was surprised by how much Voldemort actually listened to Severus and Harry and took their opinions into consideration while deciding how to proceed.
Harry was also introduced to dark magic and instructed by both men in how to safely wield it, a spell at a time. During the day Voldemort interacted with his death eaters and gave them orders or tortured them if they failed at something; that was probably the hardest part of Harry’s day as he wasn’t partial to watching people be tortured. At night Voldemort usually had them both join him for a private dinner rather than dining with the rest of the death eaters in the house and they ended the night with a discussion about other things. Voldemort didn't wish to discuss the war in the evenings, wanting instead something to help them clear their minds of it before they retired for the night.
Harry went to bed every evening having to remind himself that he'd just been talking to the dark lord and professor Snape. The thoughts were just so alien to him as he'd never expected to find the company of these two men enjoyable and he certainly did. They were both very intelligent and seemed to know a lot about everything.
It was about a week later when Harry finally had a moment alone with Severus, as they were walking to breakfast, that he mentioned this to the man. "I honestly never expected the Dark lord to be so ... pleasant," he stated honestly. “I mean I know he’s still ruthless and I’ve seen what he does to his death eaters who fail, but he’s so civil to me, I didn’t expect it.”
"It is a rather abrupt turnaround I will admit," Severus replied thoughtfully. "However the truth of it is that the man you see now is the man the dark lord used to be before he heard the prophecy. Fear can make people behave in very unusual ways, Harry, and not wanting to show that fear he channelled his energy into anger instead, I suspect. It became a good deal worse when he returned and no longer looked as he once did, something I attributed to his followers reactions to him when he did. Now not only does he have his old body back, but the prophecy will not come true, perhaps it has simply given him room to return to his old self."
"Maybe," Harry agreed. "I have to admit this is a lot more pleasant than I expected it to be, serving the dark lord, I really thought he'd be … meaner to me than he has been."
"You are no longer a threat, he has no reason to be cruel unless you disappoint him or disobey. Besides, you are the only person who he can truly trust not to betray him, because you physically can't, is it really surprising that he'd want someone to talk to who he knew would keep his confidence?" Severus asked.
"No I suppose not," Harry agreed. "Would it sound crazy if I said I'm actually happy here?" He asked. "I mean I miss the others, especially Draco, Luna, Remus and Hermione and I’m not so thrilled with the whole watching him torture people thing, but it's so much nicer here than spending time at the Dursley's, or at Grimauld place with the order,” he admitted.
“It does not sound crazy,” Severus replied. “The dark lord can be a very good host when he chooses to be. And here there is no question about where you stand.”
“That’s true,” Harry agreed. They reached the stairs and immediately silenced so none of the other death eaters would see them conversing and think Severus was receiving preferential treatment.
Breakfast was over quickly and as with the previous days that week Voldemort demanded Harry and Severus’ presence in his parlour. When they arrived they waited for the Lord to be seated before choosing seats of their own, as always. They both took a cup of tea from Lissy who then disappeared with a pop.
“This morning I’d like to discuss something specific with you two; the Malfoys,” Voldemort began, gazing thoughtfully into his own cup of tea.
“What about them would you like to discuss, My Lord?” Harry asked curiously.
“As Severus well knows, but I know you are unaware, Harry, Lucius and Narcissa, like Severus, were two of my must trusted and loyal friends before my untimely end.” Here he paused and stood up, moving over to the window and facing away from them as he continued. “I am … aware that my overzealousness regarding your capture and death over the last couple of years and my desire to overthrow the ministry has made me … somewhat blind to things that were once important to me. I had become quite mad; I think a lot of that was to do with having been reincarnated from a Horcrux, I wasn’t whole.” He paused again and Harry wondered where he was going with this. “With the return of my body, courtesy of that liquid you brought me, I find I am feeling different … more like myself. I can think clearer and … I find I am feeling … guilt.”
Harry looked at Severus, his shock at the statement mirrored in Severus’ face. The Dark lord felt guilty, Harry never expected to hear that.
“I don’t regret everything I’ve done, I know some of it to be necessary but … I regret attacking you, Harry. I have never wished harm on a child, it goes against everything I hold true. Hearing that prophecy did something to me and … you are an adult now in many ways, you weren’t back then. When we have fought over the years I have never truly been whole, never been able to truly comprehend what was happening around me, but that first night when we met … should never have taken place.”
The room was silent and Harry didn’t know if he should say something or wait for the man to speak again. Eventually Voldemort turned back to face them and his face was set into a neutral mask, although Harry could see emotion in his ruby eyes. “I regret how I’ve treated those who were loyal to me. Severus, you are of course among them and I wish to atone for how I have wronged you over the last several years. Be sure to let me know if there is any way I can do so.”
Harry looked at Severus but the man seemed too stunned to speak.
“I also wish to atone for my abdominal behaviour toward Lucius and his family. I would like your input into how I may do so,” Voldemort finished looking between the pair of them. Harry knew Severus was still in shock and he was too, but he managed to pull himself together and speak.
“Draco can’t be a death eater, not in the traditional sense,” he said. “He wants to serve you, that much is obvious, but his skills don’t lie in fighting or hurting others, he’s not that kind of person.”
“And where do you think his skills lie then?” Voldemort asked curiously.
“Potions and healing,” Severus replied this time. “The boy possesses very strong, natural healing ability and a skill for potions that may, with the proper training, someday rival my own.”
“I understand the importance of strong death eaters who can duel well, but surely you could also see the benefit of a good healer within your ranks, as well as a second potions master who could assist Severus with his work. He would be a far greater asset to you that way then if you were to try and use him as a death eater and Lucius and Narcissa would surely prefer their son to be safe than in the firing line,” Harry gently suggested.
“Of that I have no doubt,” Voldemort agreed. “Do you truly feel he has talent in these areas?” he asked Severus.
“You may test him for yourself if you wish, My Lord,” Severus replied.
“More importantly, is he loyal?” Voldemort asked.
“I believe so, My Lord,” Severus replied.
“And as much as you may punish me for saying so, if you weren’t holding his parents’ lives over his head I imagine his loyalty would be a lot stronger,” Harry added cautiously.
What looked like guilt flitted through the Dark Lord’s eyes and he looked away for a moment. “Yes, of course,” he agreed quietly. “Severus could you go to Malfoy manor and bring the family here to see me, I do not wish to frighten them by summoning them,” he requested softly.
“As you wish, My Lord,” Severus agreed, moving toward the door.
“Tom.” Voldemort’s voice made him pause and had Harry looking at him curiously.
“My Lord?” Severus asked.
“You always called me Tom when we were within selected company,” the Dark Lord said softly, not looking up.
“Very well, Tom,” Severus agreed with a softness in his voice Harry had only ever heard when the man was addressing Draco or himself. Voldemort looked up and Harry was shocked when he saw a soft smile on the Dark Lord’s face. He was shocked further when he saw Severus give him a soft smile in return and the potions master headed out of the room.
There was silence for several moments before Voldemort moved over to the couch Harry was occupying and sat down gracefully beside him. He took a deep breath, resting his face in his hands.
“I have made a terrible mess of things, Harry,” he said, when he withdrew his hands. “My goal has been lost; my friends are frightened and damaged, due to my actions. As much as I’d like to blame that stupid prophecy and the near senile woman who made it, I know I cannot. I let it go to my head, let it warp me and when I died and returned to this world incomplete it became all that I was.” He turned to look at Harry then. “I was threatened by you, a mere child, who was to say if I hadn’t attacked you that night, if I’d left you and your family be, that we’d have been enemies at all. If I hadn’t let the fear and anger destroy me I could have brought about the world I wanted to see and … No, it couldn’t have happened, my path into the darkness started a long time before that. I allowed others, hungry for power, to influence me. The prophecy was just the final straw.”
He was silent for several moments, just watching Harry, and Harry couldn’t help but wonder just what else might have been in the water from the fountain to make the man change like this. Was this really who Voldemort was deep down?
“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” Voldemort said softly.
“You’re becoming human again, at least that’s how it appears to me,” Harry replied honestly. “That’s not a bad thing, My Lord.”
“Is it not?” Voldemort asked. “It feels like a bad thing. I don’t like feeling guilty, I don’t like regretting my actions.”
“But you want your friends to forgive you don’t you? You want their companionship back? This is the first step toward that, My Lord. The guilt and remorse will serve to remind you of what not to do, keep you from repeating your mistakes,” Harry reassured him.
Those ruby eyes looked at him for a long time, emotions dancing across the surface too quickly for Harry to grasp. After what felt like hours he opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Who is it?” Voldemort called, his eyes not leaving Harry’s.
“It is Severus, My Lord, I have returned with the Malfoys as requested.
Voldemort closed his eyes and pulled away from Harry, taking several deep breaths before calling out for them to enter. Harry placed his mask back on his face as the door opened to admit the family, unsure as to whether Voldemort would want the Malfoys to know who he was. Draco would already of course, but the Dark Lord didn’t know that.
Severus lead the group in as Harry and Voldemort rose to their feet and the Dark Lord ordered them to sit which the three of them did, looking more than a little frightened. Harry couldn’t help but feel sorry for the patriarch as he lowered himself shakily to a couch, his face looking far older than it should and his eyes flitting from side to side in search of invisible enemies; a sign of the psychosis brought about from his time in Azkaban.
“Do you wish for us to remain, My Lord?” Harry asked of himself and Severus. Voldemort’s piercing gaze was fixed on Lucius whose own looked everywhere but back at the Dark Lord.
After several moments he called for Lissy and ordered her to take Harry to his room to retrieve the bottle Harry had brought him. Harry went with her and returned with the bottle as asked, handing it to the man and awaiting further instructions. Voldemort moved over to the couch where the family were sitting close together and uncorked the bottle. Kneeling down beside Lucius he held it out to him. “Take a sip of this. You will sleep for several moments but you will awaken quickly; once you have we will speak. Do you understand?” he asked the man who nodded wordlessly and reached for the bottle without question, either trusting that it wouldn’t hurt him or simply being too beaten down to argue, which was the more likely answer.
Voldemort kept a hold of the bottle to keep it steady as Lucius sipped the healing liquid, then pulled it back and re-corked it when he was done. Lucius blinked and swayed slightly on the spot for several seconds and Severus passed Narcissa a pillow to place on her lap as Voldemort helped the eldest Malfoy lie down with his head in his wife’s lap. Narcissa looked at her husband worriedly until a soft yellow glow moved over his body. It smoothed out the lines that should not have been present in his face and smoothed over his hair, removing the lankness and returning it to its shining, silky softness.
Narcissa looked from Lucius to Voldemort in shock before returning her attention to her husband in time to see the glow concentrate on his head before disappearing in a puff of dust and dispersing into the air. Lucius groaned quietly and opened his eyes, which Harry could see, even from where he was standing, were clear and sharp as he’d known them to be when he was young. They looked up at Narcissa before traveling to Severus then on to Harry and finally stopping at Voldemort. They widened almost comically and Lucius immediately tried to sit up, “My Lord I-”
Voldemort’s hand on his arm stopped him and he pressed Lucius back to gently lie down again. “Do not rush to sit up, Lucius. You will feel dizzy and weak for a few minutes but it will fade,” he told the man with firm kindness, before moving to his feet and handing the bottle to Harry, who immediately placed it in a pocket in his robes for safekeeping. Lucius looked confused but he did as he was told and Voldemort turned his attention to Draco.
“Now, Draco, let’s talk about you,” he said decisively.
“Draco?” Lucius asked softly and looked up at his son who was sitting on the other side of Narcissa. He looked confused, as if he hadn’t known the young man was there.
“What is it you wish to speak to me about, My Lord?” Draco asked politely.
“It has been brought to my attention, by people who seem to know you rather well, that you are not suited to being a death eater, not in the traditional sense. I am told that your skills and talents lie in other areas, potions and healing as I am told, is this true, Draco?” he asked.
Harry saw Draco’s eyes widen in surprise and both Narcissa and Lucius looked worried. “May I enquire as to who said these things about me, My Lord?” Draco asked.
Voldemort looked at him thoughtfully for several moments before replying, “Severus and my new right hand,” he replied.
Draco’s gaze flew to Severus and Harry before returning to Voldemort. “Yes, My Lord, that is correct,” he affirmed. “I am sorry, My Lord.”
“And why on earth would you be sorry, child?” Voldemort asked, drawing a surprised look from Draco. “This is in fact a brilliant thing, young man. I have recently been reminded that I need people of many talents around me to achieve my goals and you are going to be one such person. If I can trust you of course,” he asked, looking at Draco with a raised eyebrow.
“Of course, My Lord,” Draco replied immediately.
“Let us test that shall we?” Voldemort asked. “Why were you and Severus unsuccessful in your efforts to kill Dumbledore?”
Harry knew why he would ask that question, he wanted to know if Draco’s loyalty to him was stronger than his loyalty to Bellatrix, who was his blood. Draco looked down at his hands for several moments, obviously torn. Finally he looked back up at the man and replied, “Because Aunt Bella came in with a group of death eaters when were about to kill the old man and interrupted us. She attacked Severus and had one of the others take me back to the manor before I had time to realise what was happening. I am sorry we failed, My Lord,” he finished, looking down at his hands once more.
Narcissa and Lucius were looking at their son in shock but aside from the surprised gasp Narcissa had made when Draco had first mentioned her sister’s involvement they had remained silent. Voldemort smiled and Harry saw the two elder Malfoy’s surprise when he came forward and grabbed Draco’s face in his hands kissing the boy’s forehead.
“Good boy,” he praised pulling back from Draco who looked like he was about to die of shock. “You will do perfectly. I would like for you to reside in the manor for the remainder of your holidays so we can begin training you appropriately for your skills. Severus will be responsible for your potions training and I will choose a mediwizard to be responsible for your medical training. I am sure you will want to have time with your family while you are on holidays, the weekends will be yours to do with as you wish unless I am in need of your skills, does that sound reasonable?” he asked.
“Um … Yes, My Lord,” Draco replied, obviously still in shock.
“Good,” Voldemort agreed before turning his attention back to Lucius who was still lying down and looking at Voldemort like he had a screw loose. “Are you feeling better, Lucius?” he asked.
“Yes, My Lord,” Lucius replied.
“Very well, you can sit up now slowly if you feel capable of it,” he directed and Severus helped Lucius ease up into a sitting position. When Lucius looked plenty stable Severus pulled back and Voldemort looked at them all in consideration before asking Lissy to set up a room for Draco in his wing. He then ordered Harry and Severus to take him there and show him the way around.
The thee left together and made their way through the halls to Voldemort’s wing of the manor. They reached the room Lissy was setting up for Draco and showed him where it was before moving back to Severus’ room, which was next door, and heading in. As soon as the door was closed behind them they were in an awkward three way hug, holding on to each other tightly.
“I am so glad you are safe,” Severus whispered to Draco.
“I am too, I was so worried about you both,” Draco replied.
“Did Bellatrix hurt you at all?” Harry asked Draco.
“No, she just had me taken back to the manor and locked in my room until she got back. She ranted and raved about you and Dumbledore getting away but that was all. I’m so glad you’re both all right, I saw her attack you, Severus,” Draco said, turning worried eyes on the older man.
“I recovered, Draco,” Severus assured him and Draco nodded, smiling at the older wizard.
“I’m glad. How is Luna?” he asked.
“Worried sick about you, but otherwise fine last time I saw her,” Severus replied.
Draco nodded looking relieved. ‘That’s good. So, what’s going on with the Dark Lord? he’s acting so strange.”
“We’re not completely sure,” Harry replied. “We think the healing liquid I gave him restored his mind as well as his body, like it seems to have done for your dad. It’s making him see things clearly again, feel things again,” he explained.
"We'll whatever it is its a damn miracle," Draco commented.
"You can say that again," Harry agreed.
Lissy popped into the room then and asked them to return to the Dark Lord, which they all did without question. Once they were back the dark lord invited them to sit so they could resume their discussion with the Malfoys' input. It was a fruitful discussion and when it was over Voldemort invited the Malfoys to spend the afternoon with their son before he began his tutorage the following day. He commanded their presence for dinner that evening, which of course they agreed to. He then offered Harry and Severus the afternoon free, after he’d had the chance to speak to Severus alone. Severus remained when the rest of them filed out of the room, and Harry found himself alone for the first time since he'd arrived in the manor.
He wandered the halls of the place, familiarising himself with the layout, which until that point he hadn't had the chance to do. He found the garden which was quite beautiful and he saw the Malfoys in a three way embrace, tears slipping daintily from Narcissa's eyes as Lucius held her and Draco tightly. She was obviously pleased to have her husband back properly and Draco was smiling, a peaceful, happy smile he'd only seen on the young man when he was with Luna or Severus. Draco spotted him through the glass as he passed them and gave Harry a warm smile and a nod of thanks. Harry returned his smile and continued on through the hall.
Harry felt pretty good about everything right at the moment. Draco was happy and he and his family were safe. Severus was safe and well and Voldemort hadn't been at all cruel to Harry during his stay, not really. He honestly felt more at peace here in Slytherin Manor, with Voldemort and his death eaters, than he'd ever felt back at Grimauld place with the order. Although he did miss his friends back home.
Once he'd memorised the layout of the manor he headed out into what appeared to be a private area of the garden and decided he'd spend the afternoon meditating, while the sun was out to keep him warm. He found a spot under a tree which the sun still reached and sat with his back against the trunk. He closed his eyes and began to breathe deeply, focusing on journeying inside his mind and reaching the calm centre. He hadn't been at it long when he felt a presence with him in the garden and suddenly something was touching his hand. He reached out with his magic to get a sense of who or what it was and realised almost immediately that it was Nagini. He wasn't sure what she wanted, but she hadn't harmed him since he'd arrived or been unkind at all, so he waited to see what she'd do.
He felt her Slither up onto his lap and felt her tongue dart out to taste his skin. She paused for a moment, then he felt her body moving and very soon she had deposited herself in his lap and seemed to be settling in to sleep. He smiled to himself, completely as ease with her presence and the reassuring weight of her long body on his lap. He reached out with one hand, not moving so quickly as to startle her, and ran his fingers gently over her head and down her back, which earned him a happy and contended hiss from the serpent he'd once found extremely frightening.
He returned to his meditation then, his hand still resting on her head, which she seemed to like a great deal. He slipped in to his mind and spiralled through the thoughts and memories, ensuring his mental shields and pathways were intact and secure before heading to his core. He wrapped himself around it, calming his mind and allowing it to clear completely as Severus had taught him. He wasn't sure how long he was in there, it didn't feel like it had been long, but he was pulled out of it by voices talking nearby.
"Is that him?"
"Yeah, the Dark Lord's new right hand."
"He doesn't look like much."
"He doesn't does he. He's young, I'm not sure how much he could possibly know or how strong he could possibly be, but I've not seen The Lord without him since he arrived and he seems quite attached to the young thing already."
"I heard he let the child kill Umbridge."
"No great loss there."
"Not in the least."
"Still she was useful to the dark lord, that boy really must be something if he just handed her over to the kid to kill."
“Mmm. Are you going to do anything about him?"
"I'm not sure yet. I'd like him gone as I'm sure a lot of people would, but yhe Lord is quite adamant that anyone who damages the kid will meet a very sticky end and I do not want to be on his bad side."
“Isn't that the truth. Still, he's bound to slip up eventually and you know when he does the rest of us will just have to be ready."
"Guess so."
"What are you doing?"
"There's no one around, I just want to get a closer look at him."
"Are you crazy? That's the Lord's private garden.”
"And he's not around."
Harry heard footsteps approaching and he knew Nagini did too as she tensed under his hand.
"Come back you idiot, you're going to get yourself killed!"
"It's fine."
Harry gave no outward indication that he was aware of the man’s presence, but he brought up a shield charm around himself and Nagini in case the man tried something. He waited to see what the stranger would do. Not intending to allow the man close enough to touch him, but wanting him closer before Harry revealed that he was aware of his presence. Nagini didn't appear to have as much tolerance of people invading her space as Harry did however, and as the man approached he felt her rear up and lash out at the stranger, who jumped back with a startled yelp.
"Fuck! The bloody snake's on his lap!" he all but yelled and Harry had to wonder how the man hadn't noticed earlier. Nagini wasn't exactly small. Harry opened his eyes then and looked up at the man whose own eyes widened in fear as he saw he had Harry's attention.
"You're not an overly bright spark are you?" He asked as the man backed away from him, hands held up in surrender.
"Look I didn't mean to intrude I was just-"
"Just wanting a closer look, right?" Harry asked pointedly and the death eater swallowed audibly. "Yes I heard. I wouldn't be holding my breath with the whole idea of me messing up and falling out of the lord's good graces, because that's not going to happen any time soon and if you even think of trying to take me out so you can claim my spot as his right hand, I promise you, you'll very swiftly live to regret it. I may, as you said, not look like much, but I guarantee you, appearances, in my case, are very deceiving. You do not want to see me angry, it won't end well for you. Do you understand?"
The man continued to back away, but Harry had been around too long not to see how his hand inched toward his wand. Harry whipped his out and pointed it at the man before he could even blink. "Oh, you're really not very clever are you," he stated and cast a disarming spell before the man even managed to reach his wand, sending it flying out of his holster and over into a nearby bush.
Nagini was apparently sick of the man’s presence because she shot up from Harry's lap and launched herself at the death eater, jaws open and ready to dig into the man's skin. The death eater's eyes widened in fear and he reached into his pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a knife of some description. Nagini reared up on her tail and frightened she was going to be hurt by the man, even though he was fairly certain she was much quicker than him, Harry launched an expelliamus charm at him and sent him flying backward and through the manor’s outer wall.
Harry moved to Nagini’s side and she turned to look at him curiously. “Are you all right?” he hissed to her softly.
“I am quite fine, thank you,” she replied. “Why did you shoot the stupid human?” she asked.
“I didn’t want him to hurt you,” Harry replied honestly. “I mean I’m sure he would have come off second best in a fight between you two, but he still could have done you some damage before you killed him.”
“You were concerned for me?” she asked, her tone one of surprise.
“Yes, of course. Should I not be?” he asked.
Nagini slithered closer and nuzzled his cheek. “I like you hatchling,” she told him softly and Harry smiled despite his surprise at her admission.
“I like you too, Nagini,” he hissed back to her, stroking her neck, which she seemed to enjoy because she rested her face on his shoulder and nuzzled in closer.
“And just what is going on here?” Voldemort’s voice drew Harry’s attention and he found the man leaning on the hole the death eater had made in the wall, looking none too impressed.
“That stupid human attacked us,” Nagini hissed in reply, motioning with her head to the man who was still passed out at Voldemort’s feet, before returning her face to Harry’s shoulder. “He tried to use spells on us but the hatchling is faster with a wand. Then he brandished a knife at me so the hatchling shot him through the wall,” she finished her explanation and snuggled her face into Harry some more.
“I see,” Voldemort replied, his expression growing darker as he looked down at the man who was only just groaning awake. “You thought it was a good idea to attack my right hand and my familiar did you?” he asked, his voice calm even though Harry could tell he was far from it.
“No, My Lord, I would never do that,” the man stuttered in reply.
“Really now? Nagini tells me differently and for some reason my right hand saw it fit to shoot you through a wall. Why would he do that if you hadn’t attacked him?” Voldemort demanded.
“Maybe they thought I was attacking them, but I wasn’t, I swear,” the death eater argued desperately.
“So you brandish knives at people on a daily basis then do you?” Voldemort asked with a shake of his head. “There is no point lying to me, you may as well be honest, it will help determine your punishment.”
The man deflated with a sigh. “Fine, yes I was going to attack the boy, but I had no intention of harming the snake until she came at me all angry,” he tried to argue.
Voldemort sighed angrily and turned to look at Nagini. “Are you hungry, love?” he hissed.
“Not right now,” Nagini replied.
“Would you like to kill him now or shall I have him kept in the dungeons until you’re feeling hungry again?” he hissed.
Nagini thought about it. “I’d like to eat him tomorrow, please,” she replied and Voldemort nodded in acquiescence.
“As you like. Lissy!” the elf appeared immediately and bowed to the Dark Lord.
“Yes, Master,” she greeted him.
“Please take this useless piece of meat to a cell in the dungeons until Nagini’s ready for him,” he ordered. The death eater spluttered and whined at his feet, but Lissy quickly disappeared with him. Voldemort sighed and stepped out of the hole in the wall, closing it up behind him with a wave of his hand. Harry bowed lowly to the man as he approached and apologised for entering his private garden.
“Don’t apologise for that, it’s not like you were aware that’s what this is,” Voldemort dismissed his concerns. “Are you injured?”
“No,” Harry replied, raising back up to his normal height. He suddenly remembered the other man who’d been talking to the one that approached them. He looked around for any sight of the man but there didn’t seem to be any.
“Something wrong?” Voldemort asked.
“The guy you just sent away, he was talking to someone before he came in here to bother us, I didn’t know if he was still around,” Harry explained.
Voldemort waved his hand and waited for several seconds before shaking his head. “No, he is gone, whoever he was.”
Harry nodded, glad the other man hadn’t tried to join the first in causing trouble.
“Come inside and get ready for dinner,” Voldemort ordered and Harry followed him back inside the manor. The man seemed different from earlier that day, more closed off and cold. Harry wondered if that was because he was angry about the death eater or if it were something else entirely. Either way he imagined he’d either find out soon or never know, that seemed to be the way with Voldemort.
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Hi. So all the writing time I’ve had lately has gone to this story so it’s written well in advance, I just need to find some time to proof read it. This chapter probably isn’t written spectacularly, I’ve had to just skim over it rather quickly to get it posted or you wouldn’t be seeing it until next week at the earliest. Sorry about that, but I figured you’d rather a sooner update than perfect grammar. Anyway, Voldemort’s being quite OOC this chapter, but don’t worry you’ll find out why next time.
Thanks for all the lovely reviews and favourites, I’m so glad you’re enjoying the story, I’m honestly shocked at how popular it is :). Please keep the feedback coming, I only get better if I get feedback :).
Now I have to address something from previous reviews regarding Voldemort’s punishment of Harry. Was it harsh? Probably. But I shouldn’t have to remind you he is the dark lord and not overly sane or balanced. Yes he likes Harry, but this isn’t going to be one of those fics where he just becomes a cuddly teddybear all of a sudden and if he does there will always be a reason and a reaction. I want to make it as realistic as possible hence the comment about how Voldemort’s OOC behaviour is going to be explained next chapter. Will he become a better person throughout the story? Maybe. But it will have a cause and happen over a period of time not just out of nowhere.
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