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The room was dreary and dark.
Four teenaged female figures stood with their heads bowed and their hands shaking at their sides. Voldemort stood beside them, circling them as if looking for weaknesses or disloyalty, and then finally said.
"I am sure you are all well aware of Harry Potter's recent inheritance." There was a long pause. "Well?"
"Yes my Lord." They all answered simultaneously.
"That's better." Voldemort cooly replied. "Now as you can see my plans for Harry Potter have changed. As I have informed your parents, I do not want Harry Potter harmed-"
Suddenly one of the girls stepped forward and spoke up.
"But my Lord-"
"Avada Kedavra."
A flash of green light from Voldemort's wand hit her right in her center. She fell to the floor dead. Nagini slithered from the shadows and started feasting on her flesh.
"As I was saying Harry Potter is not to be harmed." Voldemort nonchalantly continued as Nagini noisily devoured the body. "Because of her recent inheritance, she will be the target of many assassination and kidnapping attempts. Unfortunately I cannot protect her while she's at school so that being I am appointing you her head protectors at Hogwarts. You will be with her at all hours, wherever she goes and whatever she does you three are to be there, you are never to let her out of your sight." Voldemort growled at them. "You know what the penalty would be should you fail in the slightest?"
"Yes my Lord." They all said again.
Voldemort coldly smiled.
"Good."
Suddenly a clear, yet obviously fearful, voice rang out from one of the girls.
"My Lord permission to speak?"
Voldemort turned to her and appeared to study her for a moment.
"Permission granted." He finally said.
The girl continued, terror still ringing in her voice, her hands still shaking at her sides.
"How are we to protect Potter if we live in separate houses? If we have separate classes?"
"You will simply have to share her dormitory and her classes."
"But my Lord only Griffindors are allowed to share her dormitory and full class schedule."
"Only Griffindors?" He silkily asked, his wand pointing her chin upward. "Are you positive of that?"
The girl gulped and stuttered in fear but still continued.
"Y-y-yes my L-lord o-only-"
The girl paused for a moment finally grasping what Voldemort was asking of her, of all of them. She shut her eyes in dawning horror.
Voldemort coldly smiled back at her expression. He waved his wand and three teenaged male figures appeared bound in magical chains.
"Oh don't be so saddened Ms. Parkinson." He nonchalantly told her, idly twirling his wand. "It's only until Harry finishes the cycles. After that she's mine and you will be free from your duties to her."
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Harry Potter shot up out her bed like lightning, her hand on her scar. Sirius, who was sleeping next to her as Padfoot, quickly jolted up at the disturbance and changed back into a man.
"Harry what's wrong?" Sirius worriedly asked her, staring at her with grey eyes full of concern. "What did you see?"
"I think…" Harry paused for a long while, trying hard to remember the contents of her dream as Sirius waited anxiously. Harry finally blurted. "I think Pansy just married Dean."
Sirius's face was horrified.
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