Shadowing the Past, Destroying the Future
A/N: Slightly over-the-top fic about Voldie's return. SOmeone close to the fab four (Ginny included for once.) turns trick, but not who you'd expect. Okay, maybe you'll expect it of him. A little. Anyway, here we go!
Write on, Dragonessa Smith
Harry opened his eyes and groaned. His whole body ached. He felt like he had almost been killed.
Then he remembered. He had almost been killed.
He tried to move his hands. They were tied behind his back. He looked at his legs. They were tied too. He looked up. And realized Hermione, Ginny, and Ron were tied just like him. They were all laying in what looked like a huge field-
Suddenly he closed his eyes. He had just remembered what had happened. There was a huge fight. Voldemort. He had somehow taken over Durmstrang. They had been sent by Dumbledore to fight him, since Fudge was still in denial. But they had under-estimated Voldemort. Underestimated how much power he had managed to collect in the three years since he had been reborn. And then Neville...Neville...
Harry lifted his head. Even that simple movement sent pains up and down his body. His eyes blurred, but then refocused. On a solitary figure sitting cross-legged in front of them, not a trace of emotion on his small, round face.
"Neville." Harry croaked. "How-how could you?"
Neville. He had been a traitor. He had fooled them. Fooled them all. He had been working for Voldemort since their fifth year. Even after what happened to his parents, he had still decided to join Voldermort. Now he was standing up, standing before them, his four closest friends laying on the ground in front of him.
"I had to." He said. Still no emotions. "I had to show you all that I wasn't just a babbling idiot. I can do something. I can be important."
"Neville," Hermione said, her voice cracking. "Neville, you were important-"
"Right." Neville laughed hollowly. "If I was so important, how come you guys never thought "Hey, why don't we ask Neville to join us?" If I was so freaking important, how come nobody gave a damn what happened to me? I was missing the first week of fifth year, and when I came back, know what Dean said? He said "You were gone?"
"That was just one person." Ginny said gently.
"Which makes it even worse." Neville continued. He started pacing. "No one else even said anything. No one else noticed." He stopped suddenly and leaned over Harry, studying his face.
"Voldemort told me all about your parents, Harry." He didn't even flinch when he mentioned Voldemort. "How one of their best friends betrayed them." Harry tried to lash out at him, forgetting he was tied up. Neville laughed.
"You look a great deal like him, Harry. You're father, I mean. If only you had his eyes, you'd be his spitting image. But you have your mom's eyes."
His gaze travelled to Ginny. "Interesting. Ginny here looks almost exactly like your mom, except she has your fathers eyes."
He walked over to Ron, who was still struggling against the ropes that bound them, even though he knew it was useless. "Ron, on the other hand, couldn't look less like Sirius if he dyed his hair purple. Yet, he's got his exact personality almost. Fiery temper, always rushing into things, never admiting he's wrong about anything. And," Neville glanced at Hermione, who had been silent the whole time. "Always had girl trouble."
Neville walked to Hermione. "Hermione. Probably the closest thing to a friend I ever had at Hogwarts. Smart, sort of bookish, but still never hesitating to jump in and help a friend in need. Even your hair resembles Remus's. That same dull brown color."
"Well, so we have Moony, Padfoot, Prongs, and Lily." Ron spat. "You know who that makes you, don't you. Wormtail. The rat. Peter Pettigrew. The pathetic loser who sold out all his friends for a taste of power. Don't you see, Neville? Voldemort's just using you-"
"Silence!" A voice shouted from behind them. Harry recognized it immediately. He had to. After all those anti-dementor practices with Lupin, that voice was cemented into his head. Neville bowed deep on one knee.
"My lord." He said.
A/N: Slightly over-the-top fic about Voldie's return. SOmeone close to the fab four (Ginny included for once.) turns trick, but not who you'd expect. Okay, maybe you'll expect it of him. A little. Anyway, here we go!
Write on, Dragonessa Smith
Harry opened his eyes and groaned. His whole body ached. He felt like he had almost been killed.
Then he remembered. He had almost been killed.
He tried to move his hands. They were tied behind his back. He looked at his legs. They were tied too. He looked up. And realized Hermione, Ginny, and Ron were tied just like him. They were all laying in what looked like a huge field-
Suddenly he closed his eyes. He had just remembered what had happened. There was a huge fight. Voldemort. He had somehow taken over Durmstrang. They had been sent by Dumbledore to fight him, since Fudge was still in denial. But they had under-estimated Voldemort. Underestimated how much power he had managed to collect in the three years since he had been reborn. And then Neville...Neville...
Harry lifted his head. Even that simple movement sent pains up and down his body. His eyes blurred, but then refocused. On a solitary figure sitting cross-legged in front of them, not a trace of emotion on his small, round face.
"Neville." Harry croaked. "How-how could you?"
Neville. He had been a traitor. He had fooled them. Fooled them all. He had been working for Voldemort since their fifth year. Even after what happened to his parents, he had still decided to join Voldermort. Now he was standing up, standing before them, his four closest friends laying on the ground in front of him.
"I had to." He said. Still no emotions. "I had to show you all that I wasn't just a babbling idiot. I can do something. I can be important."
"Neville," Hermione said, her voice cracking. "Neville, you were important-"
"Right." Neville laughed hollowly. "If I was so important, how come you guys never thought "Hey, why don't we ask Neville to join us?" If I was so freaking important, how come nobody gave a damn what happened to me? I was missing the first week of fifth year, and when I came back, know what Dean said? He said "You were gone?"
"That was just one person." Ginny said gently.
"Which makes it even worse." Neville continued. He started pacing. "No one else even said anything. No one else noticed." He stopped suddenly and leaned over Harry, studying his face.
"Voldemort told me all about your parents, Harry." He didn't even flinch when he mentioned Voldemort. "How one of their best friends betrayed them." Harry tried to lash out at him, forgetting he was tied up. Neville laughed.
"You look a great deal like him, Harry. You're father, I mean. If only you had his eyes, you'd be his spitting image. But you have your mom's eyes."
His gaze travelled to Ginny. "Interesting. Ginny here looks almost exactly like your mom, except she has your fathers eyes."
He walked over to Ron, who was still struggling against the ropes that bound them, even though he knew it was useless. "Ron, on the other hand, couldn't look less like Sirius if he dyed his hair purple. Yet, he's got his exact personality almost. Fiery temper, always rushing into things, never admiting he's wrong about anything. And," Neville glanced at Hermione, who had been silent the whole time. "Always had girl trouble."
Neville walked to Hermione. "Hermione. Probably the closest thing to a friend I ever had at Hogwarts. Smart, sort of bookish, but still never hesitating to jump in and help a friend in need. Even your hair resembles Remus's. That same dull brown color."
"Well, so we have Moony, Padfoot, Prongs, and Lily." Ron spat. "You know who that makes you, don't you. Wormtail. The rat. Peter Pettigrew. The pathetic loser who sold out all his friends for a taste of power. Don't you see, Neville? Voldemort's just using you-"
"Silence!" A voice shouted from behind them. Harry recognized it immediately. He had to. After all those anti-dementor practices with Lupin, that voice was cemented into his head. Neville bowed deep on one knee.
"My lord." He said.