Author's Notes: I wrote this pre-OotP as my own version of the fifth book
so nothing from the fifth book will take residence in this fic. The first
paragraph is the opening paragraph to Harry Potter and the Order of the
Phoenix by JK Rowling. Everything in relation to the Harry Potter series
belongs to JK Rowling. I just enjoy playing in her playground.
Enjoy and please review!
Chapter 1
The Scar and the Surprises
I"The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and a drowsy silence lay over the large square houses of Privet Drive. . . . The only person left outside was a teenage boy who was lying flat on his back in a flower bed outside number 4."/I
There was a scream that sounded like it came from far off. The dark forest was swarming with a dense fog that covered the whole wood. Everything was cast in a shadow. There were two dark figures that stood out from the swirling mass of fog that covered the wood like ivy. Two of the men were standing while the third was twisting and writhing on the ground. There was a loud piercing scream of pain. Then there was cold, cruel laughter.
"Tell me what you know," said a cold voice.
"What I know?" someone said through gritted teeth. "All I know is that I have always been faithful to you master, and I still remain so."
"Do not lie to Lord Voldemort. I know that you are on orders from Dumbledore, Severus. I know that you are a spy for him. You cannot fool me," said the cold, cruel voice again.
"I don't know what you're talking about master," pleaded Severus.
"Of course you know what I'm talking about. Now, tell me what you know," said cold voice again with a bite of impatience in his voice.
"I know of nothing master."
"More pain then. Cruciatus!" Lord Voldemort shouted in a voice that contained no mercy.
"No, please! NO!!!!!"
Severus was on the ground, curled up into a ball and violently shaking, like he was having some sort of seizure. He raised his face off of the ground and said, while still shaking and twitching with pain, "All right, all right. I will admit that I am here on Dumbledore's orders," Severus said in a hoarse whisper.
"There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Voldemort teased.
The man on the floor trembling, Severus, did not reply.
"Now that you will talk. Where is Harry Potter, Arabella Figg, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black ... the old crowd to put it plainly?"
"I will never tell you," Severus said firmly even though his movements were anything but firm.
"Come now, tell Lord Voldemort where they are," said Voldemort who sounded somewhat like a snake in the way he stretched out his s'. "Unless... you want to experience more pain."
"No. I won't tell you. No matter what," Severus said firmly even though he was still twitching.
"You are making Lord Voldemort very angry. You do not want to make Lord Voldemort angry. Now talk." He said in an even crueler, dangerous voice, hissing like an angry snake now. He pointed his wand at the man on the floor. Severus shook his black, greasy, hared head in response.
"Fine then." Voldemort said putting his wand back into the pocket of his robes. "Wormtail come here."
A short, balding man who had been standing a few feet away, came forward to Lord Voldemort trembling. "Ye-yes master?"
"I want you to give Severus the Confinement spell, to ensure that he doesn't slip away from us." Voldemort paused and pulled another wand out of his robes. "Not that he has much of a chance of escaping without his wand." He said as he shot a smirk at Severus. "Wormtail, I want you to stay here with him as an extra precaution. I would watch him myself and continue on with my interrogation. But, I have business to attend to. Lucius, the other Death Eaters, and I have plans for some muggle torture tonight. I can trust you with this job, can I not Wormtail."
"You can count on m-me master."
"Good," and Voldemort and he disappeared without a sound.
*******
"Aggggh," Harry Potter said in agony as he bolted upright, clutching his forehead in pain. The scar on his forehead was piercing and burning. He had just had another dream. He had seen three men. There had been one man, Severus, who seemed like he was being tortured. Another man, Voldemort. Harry had met Voldemort on several terrible occasions. Most recently at the Triwizard Tournament, where Voldemort had turned the cup into a Portkey, which transported him and another boy Cedric who had reached the cup in unison to him and his Death Eaters.
Poor Cedric. Cedric Diggory had been another competitor in the Triwizard Tournament. Cedric had been killed by Voldemort last term. There was another man who he also knew, Peter Pettigrew, better known as Wormtail. Wormtail had been a friend of Harry's father James Potter. But he turned on him, and gave his parents over to Voldemort. Most wizards thought that Wormtail was dead. But really, he had just transformed himself into his Anigmus form, which was a rat. And had posed as Scabbers, Ron's pet rat. Which Ron Weasley, his other friend Hermione Granger and Harry had found out in their third year at Hogwarts Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Wait a minute! There was a man named Severus! He knew he had heard that name before but didn't know where. Harry felt quite disoriented. His head was throbbing so badly he couldn't think clearly, and when he tried to think, everything was a blur and his scar burned even more powerfully.
Harry sat there for a minute breathing deeply trying to feel better so he could think straight. For a minute he didn't know where he was. He looked around. He was in front of a house in a flowerbed. He looked down the street and saw that there were more houses like the one he was in front of. They all looked exactly the same. They all were painted a tan brown color and had two floors and a flowerbed in the front. He looked a little down the road and saw a sign that said Privet Drive. Privet Drive? That name sounded familiar too, but he couldn't place it.
It was awfully hot wherever he was, Privet Drive or whatever this place was called. The sun was shining high in the cloudless sky, and causing everything to bake under its rays. He laid back down again, thinking it would help him think.
He felt a little better, his scar didn't throb when he tried to think now. He observed his surroundings again. He now knew where he was at. He was in front of the Dursley's house in the flowerbed, which he was supposed to be weeding while the Dursleys were out. He let out a sigh wishing he wasn't where he was.
Who was Severus? Harry thought directing his thoughts back to the man he had seen. He tried to remember where he had heard that name before. Severus... Severus - he had black hair and was a spy for Dumbledore - Severus... Severus... Severus Snape! The man that they were torturing was Snape! It seemed like Snape knew information that Voldemort wanted. Information about him! Also information that concerned his godfather Sirius who was Harry's father's best friend before he and his mother had been murdered by Voldemort, Remus Lupin, who was another of Harry's father's old friends, and some lady named Arabella Figg who he didn't know anything about and a group of people called the old crowd.
"Uhhh, ouch." His scar still burned, but not as much as it did before. He was lying flat on his back in the flowerbed of mums that he was supposed to be weeding for the Dursleys. The Dursleys were gone at the moment. It was Dudley's 15th birthday and Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had taken Dudley and his gang to the movies. Harry had been left with Mrs. Figg, the old lady who lived a couple of blocks from the Dursleys. She always smelled like cats and cabbage, a sickening combination. When Mrs. Figg wasn't making Harry do the Dursley's yard work (or hers), she was making him look at pictures of her cats. If he had to look at one more picture of Mr. Paws he was going to hex Mrs. Figg and all of her stupid cats.
But he could never do this. It was against the rules to do magic out of school. If only he could though. There were so many things he could do to Tufty and Snowy.
"Harry, you better be weeding the flowerbed or else you'll have to weed the garden as well," Mrs. Figg said, walking out the front door onto the porch. "Why are you clutching your forehead like that? Do you have a headache?" Mrs. Figg said with a surprising trace of concern in her voice.
"No, Mrs. Figg, I don't have a headache. It's just really hot out here so I was just taking a break," Harry said, thinking of an explanation as quickly as he could as he sat up. Muggles, or non-magic folk, weren't supposed to know about magic.
"You're not supposed to be taking a break you're supposed to be working!"
"Yes, Mrs. Figg," Harry said as he reached out for a long weed hiding in the back of the flowerbed.
"Goodness, it is rather warm out here. Why don't you come inside for a break? I'll get you a drink."
"Er. . . okay," Harry said taken aback by Mrs. Figg's sudden act of kindness.
He dropped the weed, got off of his knees, brushed the soil of his pants, and walked into number 4 thirsty and tired.
"Why don't you go and clean yourself up in the bathroom. You're filthy," Mrs. Figg said wrinkling her nose.
"Yes, Mrs. Figg."
Harry walked up the stairs to the bathroom. He walked into the pink flowery room and turned on the faucet. He grabbed the pink bar of soap shaped like a sunflower with a smiley face on it and began to wash his hands. Then there were several strange popping noises coming from downstairs and then there were people whispering.
"There you are, what took you?" Mrs. Figg whispered.
"Sorry Arabella, we had a ... delay," a man said.
"A delay?"
"Yeah, we accidentally apparated into the middle of a cornfield 10 miles from here, so we had to try again," another man explained.
Apparation? But Mrs. Figg was a muggle, she wasn't supposed to know about anything magical. Who were those two other men talking to her? He recognized the voices but couldn't place them.
"All right," Mrs. Figg said.
"Is Harry here?" the first man asked.
"Yes. He's in the bathroom cleaning up. 'Spect he'll be out in a minute."
There we're three voices altogether. One was Mrs. Figg of course. The other two were male. Harry turned the faucet off and dried his hands on one of the Dursley's pink fluffy towels. He didn't know if he should walk downstairs or not. What if the people who were down there were death eaters and that's why he recognized their voices? But that was silly, why would old Mrs. Figg be with death eaters? Harry finally decided he might as well give it a go. The other two voices sounded humorous and friendly, so he walked downstairs cautiously.
When he reached the bottom of the stairs he peeked around the corner and saw who the other two voices belonged to.
Enjoy and please review!
Chapter 1
The Scar and the Surprises
I"The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and a drowsy silence lay over the large square houses of Privet Drive. . . . The only person left outside was a teenage boy who was lying flat on his back in a flower bed outside number 4."/I
There was a scream that sounded like it came from far off. The dark forest was swarming with a dense fog that covered the whole wood. Everything was cast in a shadow. There were two dark figures that stood out from the swirling mass of fog that covered the wood like ivy. Two of the men were standing while the third was twisting and writhing on the ground. There was a loud piercing scream of pain. Then there was cold, cruel laughter.
"Tell me what you know," said a cold voice.
"What I know?" someone said through gritted teeth. "All I know is that I have always been faithful to you master, and I still remain so."
"Do not lie to Lord Voldemort. I know that you are on orders from Dumbledore, Severus. I know that you are a spy for him. You cannot fool me," said the cold, cruel voice again.
"I don't know what you're talking about master," pleaded Severus.
"Of course you know what I'm talking about. Now, tell me what you know," said cold voice again with a bite of impatience in his voice.
"I know of nothing master."
"More pain then. Cruciatus!" Lord Voldemort shouted in a voice that contained no mercy.
"No, please! NO!!!!!"
Severus was on the ground, curled up into a ball and violently shaking, like he was having some sort of seizure. He raised his face off of the ground and said, while still shaking and twitching with pain, "All right, all right. I will admit that I am here on Dumbledore's orders," Severus said in a hoarse whisper.
"There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Voldemort teased.
The man on the floor trembling, Severus, did not reply.
"Now that you will talk. Where is Harry Potter, Arabella Figg, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black ... the old crowd to put it plainly?"
"I will never tell you," Severus said firmly even though his movements were anything but firm.
"Come now, tell Lord Voldemort where they are," said Voldemort who sounded somewhat like a snake in the way he stretched out his s'. "Unless... you want to experience more pain."
"No. I won't tell you. No matter what," Severus said firmly even though he was still twitching.
"You are making Lord Voldemort very angry. You do not want to make Lord Voldemort angry. Now talk." He said in an even crueler, dangerous voice, hissing like an angry snake now. He pointed his wand at the man on the floor. Severus shook his black, greasy, hared head in response.
"Fine then." Voldemort said putting his wand back into the pocket of his robes. "Wormtail come here."
A short, balding man who had been standing a few feet away, came forward to Lord Voldemort trembling. "Ye-yes master?"
"I want you to give Severus the Confinement spell, to ensure that he doesn't slip away from us." Voldemort paused and pulled another wand out of his robes. "Not that he has much of a chance of escaping without his wand." He said as he shot a smirk at Severus. "Wormtail, I want you to stay here with him as an extra precaution. I would watch him myself and continue on with my interrogation. But, I have business to attend to. Lucius, the other Death Eaters, and I have plans for some muggle torture tonight. I can trust you with this job, can I not Wormtail."
"You can count on m-me master."
"Good," and Voldemort and he disappeared without a sound.
*******
"Aggggh," Harry Potter said in agony as he bolted upright, clutching his forehead in pain. The scar on his forehead was piercing and burning. He had just had another dream. He had seen three men. There had been one man, Severus, who seemed like he was being tortured. Another man, Voldemort. Harry had met Voldemort on several terrible occasions. Most recently at the Triwizard Tournament, where Voldemort had turned the cup into a Portkey, which transported him and another boy Cedric who had reached the cup in unison to him and his Death Eaters.
Poor Cedric. Cedric Diggory had been another competitor in the Triwizard Tournament. Cedric had been killed by Voldemort last term. There was another man who he also knew, Peter Pettigrew, better known as Wormtail. Wormtail had been a friend of Harry's father James Potter. But he turned on him, and gave his parents over to Voldemort. Most wizards thought that Wormtail was dead. But really, he had just transformed himself into his Anigmus form, which was a rat. And had posed as Scabbers, Ron's pet rat. Which Ron Weasley, his other friend Hermione Granger and Harry had found out in their third year at Hogwarts Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Wait a minute! There was a man named Severus! He knew he had heard that name before but didn't know where. Harry felt quite disoriented. His head was throbbing so badly he couldn't think clearly, and when he tried to think, everything was a blur and his scar burned even more powerfully.
Harry sat there for a minute breathing deeply trying to feel better so he could think straight. For a minute he didn't know where he was. He looked around. He was in front of a house in a flowerbed. He looked down the street and saw that there were more houses like the one he was in front of. They all looked exactly the same. They all were painted a tan brown color and had two floors and a flowerbed in the front. He looked a little down the road and saw a sign that said Privet Drive. Privet Drive? That name sounded familiar too, but he couldn't place it.
It was awfully hot wherever he was, Privet Drive or whatever this place was called. The sun was shining high in the cloudless sky, and causing everything to bake under its rays. He laid back down again, thinking it would help him think.
He felt a little better, his scar didn't throb when he tried to think now. He observed his surroundings again. He now knew where he was at. He was in front of the Dursley's house in the flowerbed, which he was supposed to be weeding while the Dursleys were out. He let out a sigh wishing he wasn't where he was.
Who was Severus? Harry thought directing his thoughts back to the man he had seen. He tried to remember where he had heard that name before. Severus... Severus - he had black hair and was a spy for Dumbledore - Severus... Severus... Severus Snape! The man that they were torturing was Snape! It seemed like Snape knew information that Voldemort wanted. Information about him! Also information that concerned his godfather Sirius who was Harry's father's best friend before he and his mother had been murdered by Voldemort, Remus Lupin, who was another of Harry's father's old friends, and some lady named Arabella Figg who he didn't know anything about and a group of people called the old crowd.
"Uhhh, ouch." His scar still burned, but not as much as it did before. He was lying flat on his back in the flowerbed of mums that he was supposed to be weeding for the Dursleys. The Dursleys were gone at the moment. It was Dudley's 15th birthday and Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had taken Dudley and his gang to the movies. Harry had been left with Mrs. Figg, the old lady who lived a couple of blocks from the Dursleys. She always smelled like cats and cabbage, a sickening combination. When Mrs. Figg wasn't making Harry do the Dursley's yard work (or hers), she was making him look at pictures of her cats. If he had to look at one more picture of Mr. Paws he was going to hex Mrs. Figg and all of her stupid cats.
But he could never do this. It was against the rules to do magic out of school. If only he could though. There were so many things he could do to Tufty and Snowy.
"Harry, you better be weeding the flowerbed or else you'll have to weed the garden as well," Mrs. Figg said, walking out the front door onto the porch. "Why are you clutching your forehead like that? Do you have a headache?" Mrs. Figg said with a surprising trace of concern in her voice.
"No, Mrs. Figg, I don't have a headache. It's just really hot out here so I was just taking a break," Harry said, thinking of an explanation as quickly as he could as he sat up. Muggles, or non-magic folk, weren't supposed to know about magic.
"You're not supposed to be taking a break you're supposed to be working!"
"Yes, Mrs. Figg," Harry said as he reached out for a long weed hiding in the back of the flowerbed.
"Goodness, it is rather warm out here. Why don't you come inside for a break? I'll get you a drink."
"Er. . . okay," Harry said taken aback by Mrs. Figg's sudden act of kindness.
He dropped the weed, got off of his knees, brushed the soil of his pants, and walked into number 4 thirsty and tired.
"Why don't you go and clean yourself up in the bathroom. You're filthy," Mrs. Figg said wrinkling her nose.
"Yes, Mrs. Figg."
Harry walked up the stairs to the bathroom. He walked into the pink flowery room and turned on the faucet. He grabbed the pink bar of soap shaped like a sunflower with a smiley face on it and began to wash his hands. Then there were several strange popping noises coming from downstairs and then there were people whispering.
"There you are, what took you?" Mrs. Figg whispered.
"Sorry Arabella, we had a ... delay," a man said.
"A delay?"
"Yeah, we accidentally apparated into the middle of a cornfield 10 miles from here, so we had to try again," another man explained.
Apparation? But Mrs. Figg was a muggle, she wasn't supposed to know about anything magical. Who were those two other men talking to her? He recognized the voices but couldn't place them.
"All right," Mrs. Figg said.
"Is Harry here?" the first man asked.
"Yes. He's in the bathroom cleaning up. 'Spect he'll be out in a minute."
There we're three voices altogether. One was Mrs. Figg of course. The other two were male. Harry turned the faucet off and dried his hands on one of the Dursley's pink fluffy towels. He didn't know if he should walk downstairs or not. What if the people who were down there were death eaters and that's why he recognized their voices? But that was silly, why would old Mrs. Figg be with death eaters? Harry finally decided he might as well give it a go. The other two voices sounded humorous and friendly, so he walked downstairs cautiously.
When he reached the bottom of the stairs he peeked around the corner and saw who the other two voices belonged to.