Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, they are all J.K.Rowling's
He came to 15 minutes later. He was now seated on a small wooden chair. Ropes held him tightly to the arms and legs of the chair and a gag had been stuffed in his mouth.
Voldemort and Dumbledore were sitting in large velvet armchairs facing a roaring black fire. They were conversing quietly and didn't seem to have noticed his revival.
Harry took this chance to look around the room. He could only manage to turn his head because the ropes were holding him too tightly.
The house seemed to be covered in a thick layer of dust. Harry wondered if the house had been left uninhabited since that fateful day 16 years ago.
It was decorated in Edwardian style. The two large armchairs in which Dumbledore and Voldemort were sitting were very ornate. The fireplace was large and had a carved wooden mantelpiece above.
Next to the fireplace, was the door. It was large, made out of oak and had many muggle locks on it that were all fastened. Harry was certain that it was also locked by magic as well. It looked impenetrable.
Harry tried to stretch his head around to see what was behind him, but just then Dumbledore turned and saw he was awake.
"The prisoner has awoken." His voice was different than Harry remembered; it was much deeper and with no trace of kindness in it. The long silver beard seemed to have turned a dark dirty grey and the glasses now had black rims instead of gold.
Voldemort stood up and smiled.
"Now the fun begins."
He made his way over to the chair where Harry was captured and started pacing up and down the room. He stopped and said:
"So Harry Potter, you want to know what has happened to the great Dumbledore? I will tell you."
He conjured a chair out of mid-air and sat down. During his entire explanation he didn't take his eyes off Harry for even a second.
"Well Harry Potter, we are all sitting here today because of a lifetime of work.
While I was at the height of my power I started to try to make a old dark magic potion. I had seen this potion in a book in the restricted section at Hogwarts when I was a student. This potion would make the person who drank it do anything for the powerful dark wizard who gave it to them.
This was exactly what I wanted to do. For years I tried to remember the exact ingredients and the way it was made, but the recipe eluded me.
I made many different potions in the process, but I could not find the one I desired.
Three years ago I sent my loyal servant to Hogwarts as you know. While he was there he collected that book for me.
No one noticed it had gone missing, because the only person who knew about it was me. Everyone had forgotten that such a book ever existed.
Since I had other ideas at that moment, I refrained from making that particular potion.
However, my plans did not work out and I turned my mind again to this potion. 7 weeks ago it was finally ready to use.
I knew exactly whom I wanted to give it to. Dumbledore had been the main wizard who had stopped me carrying out my plans before; this would not happen again. I put the potion into the wine that Dumbledore drank.
He went to the Order of the Phoenix's headquarters and murdered all of the members. He left Tonks alive, but so badly hurt that she will never speak again.
Dumbledore told everyone that I murdered them all. No one suspected him, why would they? He was the one who had always helped everyone before.
I have been visiting him every week. The potion does not last forever so I had to give him his weekly dosage. You were unlucky enough to walk in while we were talking.
Everything is going according to plan, Harry Potter, you will soon die."
Voldemort stood up, a satisfied smile on his face. He beckoned Dumbledore forward and whispered in his ear.
Slowly a wide evil smile spread across both of their faces. Voldemort walked out of the door and they were left alone.
He came to 15 minutes later. He was now seated on a small wooden chair. Ropes held him tightly to the arms and legs of the chair and a gag had been stuffed in his mouth.
Voldemort and Dumbledore were sitting in large velvet armchairs facing a roaring black fire. They were conversing quietly and didn't seem to have noticed his revival.
Harry took this chance to look around the room. He could only manage to turn his head because the ropes were holding him too tightly.
The house seemed to be covered in a thick layer of dust. Harry wondered if the house had been left uninhabited since that fateful day 16 years ago.
It was decorated in Edwardian style. The two large armchairs in which Dumbledore and Voldemort were sitting were very ornate. The fireplace was large and had a carved wooden mantelpiece above.
Next to the fireplace, was the door. It was large, made out of oak and had many muggle locks on it that were all fastened. Harry was certain that it was also locked by magic as well. It looked impenetrable.
Harry tried to stretch his head around to see what was behind him, but just then Dumbledore turned and saw he was awake.
"The prisoner has awoken." His voice was different than Harry remembered; it was much deeper and with no trace of kindness in it. The long silver beard seemed to have turned a dark dirty grey and the glasses now had black rims instead of gold.
Voldemort stood up and smiled.
"Now the fun begins."
He made his way over to the chair where Harry was captured and started pacing up and down the room. He stopped and said:
"So Harry Potter, you want to know what has happened to the great Dumbledore? I will tell you."
He conjured a chair out of mid-air and sat down. During his entire explanation he didn't take his eyes off Harry for even a second.
"Well Harry Potter, we are all sitting here today because of a lifetime of work.
While I was at the height of my power I started to try to make a old dark magic potion. I had seen this potion in a book in the restricted section at Hogwarts when I was a student. This potion would make the person who drank it do anything for the powerful dark wizard who gave it to them.
This was exactly what I wanted to do. For years I tried to remember the exact ingredients and the way it was made, but the recipe eluded me.
I made many different potions in the process, but I could not find the one I desired.
Three years ago I sent my loyal servant to Hogwarts as you know. While he was there he collected that book for me.
No one noticed it had gone missing, because the only person who knew about it was me. Everyone had forgotten that such a book ever existed.
Since I had other ideas at that moment, I refrained from making that particular potion.
However, my plans did not work out and I turned my mind again to this potion. 7 weeks ago it was finally ready to use.
I knew exactly whom I wanted to give it to. Dumbledore had been the main wizard who had stopped me carrying out my plans before; this would not happen again. I put the potion into the wine that Dumbledore drank.
He went to the Order of the Phoenix's headquarters and murdered all of the members. He left Tonks alive, but so badly hurt that she will never speak again.
Dumbledore told everyone that I murdered them all. No one suspected him, why would they? He was the one who had always helped everyone before.
I have been visiting him every week. The potion does not last forever so I had to give him his weekly dosage. You were unlucky enough to walk in while we were talking.
Everything is going according to plan, Harry Potter, you will soon die."
Voldemort stood up, a satisfied smile on his face. He beckoned Dumbledore forward and whispered in his ear.
Slowly a wide evil smile spread across both of their faces. Voldemort walked out of the door and they were left alone.
