A/N: Okay! Here it is guys! (And gals!) The second chapter of HP and the D.L.'s Heir. I hope I didn't disappoint ya'll with the cliffhanger in the last chapter or the long wait for this one. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Last time:
"You-You said you could give me freedom, power, and the ability to be myself, not necessarily what the world wants me to be. All I need to do is take your mark, become a Death Eater, and serve you?"
"Indeed! I can give you what most people only dream of. I can teach you things that they don't teach at that school of yours anymore. Anything you want, I can give to you. As I said, you need only take my mark and you could be a free person – free to do as you please! Just take my mark Harry! Now, I have given you long enough to decide. I hope you thought about possible repercussions! Make your decision now Potter and choose carefully!"
After a few more moments, Harry nervously gave his answer.
"Lord Voldemort? I accept!"
"Very well Potter! You made a good choice. Crucio!"
As Harry started to scream in utter agony, all Voldemort did was laugh. After finally releasing the spell, Harry shakily recovered.
"What the fuck was that for?" he shouted while becoming rather irritable.
"Well you see, Potter, I was going to crucio you if you refused. But I thought you would've figured that out. I also like to crucio my new supporters just to see how loyal they are and so that they can learn their place. I was hoping you would figure out that you were doomed to get crucioed no matter what you did!" explained the Dark Lord as he added further, "Seems to me like you aren't quite as smart as everyone gives you credit for!"
Biting back any further remarks that would get him another dose of crucio, Harry shakily snapped back, "I know you are but what am I?"
With a flick of his wand, Harry was in the pain of another crucio. 'I guess that wasn't as bright as I thought it was!" he thought and hung his head in defeat.
"Old habits die hard, don't they, Harry?" taunted Voldemort.
"Oh shut-up you old wrinkly prune!"
"Grumpy today, aren't we?"
"Bite me! – OWW! I can't believe you just bit me! Am I going to become an ugly old vampire now?"
"Wormtail! Round up the other Death Eaters! Tell them they may have some ... fun with our new guest!" shouted Voldemort. "Oh, and make sure you don't hurt him while you're at it. Nothing worse than a cutting curse – or else…!" he added with a menacing glare that was enough to give Snape a run for his money.
An hour later, Harry sat in his room rubbing a painful neck. The Death Eaters had decided that since they couldn't use any spell that would be worse than a cutting curse, they would just shove him in a barrel and roll him down the stairs a couple times. It was rather amusing! It was at that particular moment of reminiscing that a soft knock was upon the door. Without hesitation, Harry called, "Come in."
"Glad to see you're still in one piece. Might I ask what form of discipline they gave you?" asked a rather conniving Voldemort who appeared to already know the answer he would receive.
"What's it matter? You already know anyway. Why should I tell you?" retorted Harry with as menacing a glare as he could muster.
"Because you really have no choice in the matter now, do you? Besides, I need to know so I can find a suitable punishment for them harming you. It was unacceptable!" he growled. "You wouldn't want to lose any privileges for not telling me now, would you?"
"Privileges? What privileges? You call being harassed and followed all my life privileges? I'm lucky I even have a decent pair of clothes right now, what with the treatment the Dursleys gave me! (No thanks to Dumbledore!)" he muttered the last part hoping Voldemort wouldn't hear…but he did.
'Hmmm. That gives me an idea. Since he considers being allowed to breath and wear clothes as privileges, maybe he might listen and start to consider how far into this he truly is,' thought the Dark Lord. Cutting off Harry's rant, Voldemort said, "Enough of this foolishness Potter! You may rest for whatever is left of the morning. You are to be in the Great Hall for Dinner at 12:00 sharp. Also, you had better be wearing one of the new robes left for you in the wardrobe in the corner. Do I make myself clear?"
Harry chose not to respond but rather to mutter a couple of choice insults under his breath. Again, Voldemort's hearing proved to be better than expected.
"I said, 'Do I make myself clear?'" he questioned, raising his voice and giving a light brandish of his wand to add effect.
"Y-yes! Of course Master! Whatever you wish!" stuttered Harry flinching and taking a step backwards. With a smirk, Voldemort left the room, probably to go and torture some more muggles before lunch. Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry flopped down on to the bed.
'Aye! I sooo did not do that! I couldn't have. It must have been a dirty trick he played. I would never call him "Master"!' thought Harry in denial.
'But you did call him Master. And willingly too! No one forced you to say it. You could have just ignored him but you chose to respond with "Yes Master." You are darker than you realize…' said a little corner of Harry's brain. Choosing to ignore the dark spot that had awoken, Harry feigned a head-ache and went to lie down for a bit. 'Maybe if I act like I'm sleeping, I won't have to go to lunch,' he thought.
Sadly, he was mistaken. At 11:50, Harry awoke, much to his dismay. Looking around the room, he tried to find the thing that had awoken and came face to face with an extremely unpleasant Draco Malfoy.
"Get up Potter! You're going to be late for lunch!" he snarled while adding, "and change those despicable rags you're wearing into something more appropriate! You look like a bloody rag doll."
"And whose going to make me?" Harry snapped back. "There's nothing wrong with these clothes, just because your ego makes you think you're better than me, what with all your money and fancy belongings and stuff."
With a flick of his wand, Draco sent a mild stinging hex towards Harry who yelped as it hit him. "Wow! You can keep your tongue still during a round of crucio, but you cry out in pain from a single stinging hex! You're pathetic, Potter!"
"I'm pathetic?" said Harry trembling, barely able to contain his anger, which had started to bubble up uncontrollably and burn into his skin. "I'd like to see how you hold up to a crucio or two!" And with that, Draco dropped to the floor screaming with anguishing pain. Harry continued to just sit there. He could feel the power coursing through his veins and he longed for the power to stay there forever. With a smirk of glee starting to graze his lips, his eyes started to dart everywhere as he realized what was going on and the fear sunk in. With one last glimpse of the terrified Draco, Harry slumped back into his bed, unconscious from the excess use of power.
Bloopers:
Cuddly-111: I just thought of something.
Tuxedokamenluver: What?
Cuddly-111: Snape must not have a lot of money.
Tuxedokamenluver: What makes you say that?
Cuddly-111: Cuz it looks like he can't even afford a shower!
Snape: I resent that!
Cuddly-111: Says who, greasy-boy?
Snape: Legilimens! Legilimens! I do not have greasy hair!
Tuxedokamenluver: Dude, Snape! That won't work! You want to modify her memory to do that!
Cuddly-111: Leave my brain alone! (Wraps arms around her head and disapparates)
Tuxedokamenluver: Now look what you've done! You naughty boy! Wait for me! (disapparates with Cuddly-111)
A/N: Hey everyone! I couldn't resist the bloopers. My beta helped me and that conversation sorta took place when I came to the part of "giving Snape a run for his money." Let us know what you think. Thanks for reading and sorry for the lengthy update.
