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Voldemort and his Death Eaters were seated around the table.
"Anybody have an idea for how to get rid of Potter?" Tom asked his fairly faithful servants. He was met with a barrage of ideas.
"Kill him!"
"Lock him in the Dungeons!"
"Crucio him!"
"Starve him!"
"Give him to Bellatrix!"
"That includes all of the above, moron!"
"I have an idea!"
From the crowd, a wizard in black popped up. It was Severus Snape, the infamous Double Agent. He had an idea that Tommy Boy would like, and that would save the boy as well.
"What is it, Sevey?" asked his wife. (AN:Gasp! I figured everyone needs love...)
Belle looked at him adoringly. No one would have suspected them to be together. She was beautiful, and the complete opposite of him. She had deep red hair, and bright green eyes. She wouldn't be the type of person you would think of as a Death Eater, for the very good reason that she wasn't. She was a half blood, a prisoner they had taken a few years before. She was suspected to have worked for the Order, but when it was found she wasn't, she was given as a present to Severus. She couldn't leave, though, because she already knew too much and seemed impervious to the memory charm.
He turned to her, his eyes softening. She reminded him of his lost love, Lily. His idea momentarily forgotten, he gave her a quick peck, and then remembered just where he was and what was happening.
"Well, we" he signified his wife and himself, "do not have a dresser in our quarters"
Belle smiled at him, figuring out where this was going long before the others.
"I have no desire to hear about your pathetic lack of furniture in your quarters. You are not smart to waste my precious time." He began to raise his wand, when the young lady called out.
"Sir, eh, my lord. My dear was getting to a point here. He figures killing the boy would be a great waste of matter. There is another solution. Why-"
"Dear, I can take it from here, thank you. Why kill Potter when we could simply transfigure him into the necessary dresser?"
Moldy Shorts tapped his chin, and began stroking an imaginary beard.
"That just might work. And imagine how he would react to seeing you too! It's decided, he will be transfigured into a dresser for you... and let's keep his eyes, just to torture him a bit."
Harry approached the dark forest, knowing his mortal enemy would be there, and he would have a high chance of being destroyed. Life as the Chosen One was never boring. He entered the dark clearing, and looked around. There was no one there. He looked down at the note he'd gotten earlier
Dear Harry,
Please come to the fourth clearing in the Forbidden Forest after Hagrid's cabin. I'll be waiting to kill you, or die trying.
Love always,
Lord Voldemort
Yep. This was the right place. But why wasn't he there, then? Harry shrugged, pulling out a pack of Oreos, figuring he'd just have a little snack before he died. He raised one up to his mouth, but it never got there.
"Petrificus Totalis!" He was surprised to hear a woman's voice. He looked up to see a woman who looked remarkably like him mum. "Sevy! Your turn!"
The world went black after those words. He regained vision what felt like days later. He was in a bed room, still immobile. He was positioned opposite a bed.
"Oh, Sevy!"
"Oh, Belle! I love you"
"More, more my dear!"
Oh no. Please, please no. Why couldn't he blink?
"Oh, Sevy!"
NO!
"Come to me, my dearest!"
Eternal torture. Why couldn't Voldemort have just killed him?