A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in forever! I have been soooo busy and have not had inspiration to write until recently. This is way overdue and way short but now I have ideas buzzing in my head. But anyways thanks to the reviewers and followers. Here's chapter 2 of Red Eyes. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot. (Wish I owned Tom Felton though. Yummy)

Chapter 2

After his announcement, Voldemort pulled Harry up against his body. Harry was about to pull away when the feeling of apparation went through his gut. He groaned as his feet hit the ground. When Voldemort released him he fell on his ass. He glared up at Voldemort before standing.

He turned to see the renewed man walking towards a huge gothic manor that he could only assume was Riddle Manor. He quickly followed not wanting to get on his bad side. He followed him into the manner and in front of some big double doors. Voldemort turned to him.

"Turn into your animagus form." He ordered.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "How did you-?" He was answered by Voldemort pointing to his head. He rolled his eyes and morphed into a beautiful black panther. The thing that had surprised him was his eye color. They weren't his usual emerald color. No. They were blood red. Voldemort raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. He walked into the big room after dramatically swinging the doors open. He walked to the front of the room where a big throne was. He sat in the throne then patted his knee, motioning Harry to join him. Harry huffed and lied down at Voldemort's feet.

Harry planned to stay on high alert during the meeting, especially when Bellatrix walked to the front of the group.

"My Lord." She bowed. Harry was surprised not to hear the usual crazy tone to her voice. "Is Potter all right? Does he know?"

Voldemort rolled his eyes. "No he doesn't Bellatrix. And I don't want him to yet so keep quiet about it. Everybody except my inner circle may leave. Tonight is a time for celebration." As he finished his sentence most of the gathered followers left.

The Malfoys, Bellatrix, her husband and brother, and two more people were left. The past two still had their cloaks on and the hoods up.

"Any news?" Voldemort asked. Surprisingly his voice seemed friendly.

As they started talking quietly, Harry was struggling to keep his eyes open. His struggling was for nothing as he felt strong fingertips rubbing his head. To his disgust his eyes closed fully and a deep rumbling started in his chest. When he heard the murmurs stop he slid one of his eyes open to see what happened. Everybody was staring at him. He was surprised to see Lucius Malfoy raising his eyebrow with an amused smile on his face. He then noticed everybody leaving but the elder Malfoy.

Lucius stepped forward and smirked. "Harry Potter. With blood red eyes. Never thought that possible." His smirk grew as Harry growled. "I'm scared. Really."

Voldemort laughed as Harry morphed back into human form. He hunched over when he realized he was naked. "May I please have a cloak?"

Lucius smirked as Voldemort chuckled. "I don't think so. I think this look fits you well."

Thankfully Lucius felt some sympathy for him and threw him his Death Eater cloak. Harry quickly covered himself up as he glared at the man in the throne.

"Thanks," Harry mumbled.

Lucius just smirked at him.

Voldemort glared at Lucius. But to Harry it almost seemed playful. "Come. I'll show you to your room." He led Harry down a dimly lit hallway. Harry glanced behind him just to realize Lucius was no longer with them. He stopped in front of an emerald green door with a silver H on it.

"This is your room. Mine is just across. Knock if you need anything." With these words Voldemort turned and entered the room across from the emerald green one. This door was silver with a green T. Harry realized it was a T for Tom. He thought he hated being called by his birth name.

Harry walked into the room to see a king sized canopy bed in a large room. There was two doors. Harry guessed that one of them belonged to a bathroom and the other to a closet. He rolled his eyes when he realized the room was done in Slytherin colors. The carpet was black along with the walls. The comforter on the bed was forest green with silver, shimmering curtains hanging around the bed.

Harry just shook his head and lay down on the bed. Even though he was in his enemy's house, he couldn't help but fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. His last thought of the day was about asking Voldemort what Bellatrix meant at the meeting about him knowing something and why she would care.