Harry Potter and the Serpent's Rebellion
Disclaimer: Harry Potter=not mine
Summary: What is the reason behind Harry's uncanny resemblance to Tom Riddle? Dark secrets about his heritage are about to be uncovered...
Prologue
"My faithful servants! We are gathered here on this day to enjoy ourselves with pretty young mudbloods!" Lord Voldemort eagerly roved his eyes over the bound young maidens before him.
His eye caught on one girl, who was still struggling against her bonds, unlike the other limp figures. "Give me that one, that one will be mine!" A masked death eater carried the fiercely struggling young lady into a secluded bedroom.
"Now I will leave you. After you are done, dispose of them as you wish. Do not leave any alive, but I will allow my faithful servants some fun!" With a diabolical chuckle, the dark lord retreated.
"Well, my dear, looks like it's just the two of us now, is it not?"
A fierce glare was all the answer he received.
"Tut tut, looks that that temper needs some work." He summoned a vial of potion. "This should keep you quiet for a while," he purred.
She began thrashing around in earnest with a muffled scream, while the potion was forced into her mouth. Slowly, she became limp and her eyes became glassy.
"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Voldemort grinned widely at his anticipated pleasure.
After two hours, an urgent message reached him. "Master, Dumbledore has captured ten of the inner circle! We must dispose of them before they release any vital information!"
"WHAT? You fool, what are you doing standing there? You should have taken action immediately! Crucio!" Voldemort spun around and hurriedly left the chambers. As he passed the throne room, he called inside, "SNAPE!"
"Yes master, your wish is my command," his potion master answered smoothly.
"There is a mudblood inside the chambers over there who needs to be disposed of. I do not have time to do so. You may have fun with her before you kill her, however"
"Yes master, you are far too generous, master." Snape bowed and exited, while Voldemort swept angrily off the compound to bark orders at some death eaters.
When Snape entered the room, he immediately saw a limp form on the grand four-poster bed. Hurrying over, he gasped at what he saw. He recognized the vibrant girl from Hogwarts. Frantically healing her battered body, he out took a stone from within his pocket and started making a portkey.
"Severus?" a weak voice inquired.
He mentally cursed. If she reported to the ministry, then the fools would capture him for sure. Making a quick decision, he pointed his wand at her and muttered, "Obliviate".
With the portkey in her hand, he muttered the incantation to activate it. A second later, the girl was gone.
Snape exited the chamber, ignoring the whistles and catcalls that followed him down the hall. He contemplated on his decisions over the years, finally resolving to speak with his former headmaster the next day.