Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any other character's assocated with the book or movies all those rights belong to J.K. Rowling. If I did own Harry Potter, Harry would be with Hermione, Ron wouldn't be a complete Jackass and Ginny wouldn't have wasted her life fauning over the boy who lived. But sadly I don't so on with the story.
The dark lord told his deatheater's about what Snape told him and then told them of his brillant plan.
"Severus, there is no question that the boy will come to you for medical attention?'
"Well, not neccesarily my Lord, you see, the boy hates me because of how I talk about his father and it is no secret that he has ill feelings of me fro the same reason. But if he is desperate enough then I believe that he will come to me for help with his problem, though not willingly. The Granger girl and Weasley boy would probably convince him to do so, and plus the boy's pain would probably override his pride before to long, so I guess it is safe to say that he will come to me seeking aide."
"Good, I want you to set up in the hospital wing, do a little transfigeration to make it look suitable for the task once you have the boy, keep him there by any means neccessary. Wormtail, you will slip into the castle in your animagus form and turn the chair and other things into a timed portkey that will activate after he has been there for at least thirty minutes. We still want him to think that you are faithful to the light. The portkey will bring him to the torture room of the lair. Lucius and Mcnair will be there waiting."
Snape winced. Mcnair was the most notorious deatheather in the inner circle and Lucius was just as bad, they would show the boy no mercy, and it was bad enough that Lucius just got out of jail, where Potter put him in the first place.
"Lucius, don't tell your son anything about this, as you know he will taunt the boy who lived and make him suspicous about our plans."
"Yes, My Lord."
"Do Not Fail, you know the penalty if you do."
"Yes My Lord."
"Good, meeting Dismissed."
All the Deatheater's apparated away leaving Voldemort alone in his throne room.
"Yes Harry Potter, today is the day I defeat you once in for all." He laughed.
Miles away at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, A boy with Midnight hair and deep green eyes, shot up in his bed, screaming, with is hand clamped over his burning scar.
