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Giving in
Chapter 3: illness
Should he wake him up?.. Yes. The screaming was annoying as hell. And an annoyed Dark Lord in the morning is the one thing no one wants. Voldemort should be cursing the boy to stop him from making that infernal sound but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He had conflicting thoughts about Harry. 'Ugh why can't he just be the enemy! Why must we change everything!' Voldemort put his hands on his face and closed his eyes trying to block the migraine that he knew was coming.
He was so lost in thought over what he should do that he didn't notice that Harry stopped screaming. Then all at once Harry started to shake. He was having a seizure. Voldemort looked up. He grabbed Harry's arms and legs and held them down. He didn't want the boy to accidentally hurt himself. After about a minute Harry stopped seizing but he continued to shake and he started murmur 'he knows...' under his breath. Harry kept repeating it; Voldemort had no idea what it meant. Harry started to cough and Voldemort looked at the boy and noticed that he was as pale as death.
Voldemort tried to shake him 'Harry... Harry? Are you all right?... What do you need? Harry...?' There was no answer. He continues to shake Harry gently. The boy would not wake up. Harry felt kind of warm to him. He touched the boys forehead, he was burning up! Voldemort walked to the bathroom grabbed one of the washcloths and soaked it with icy water. Voldemort came back to sit with Harry on the bed He then placed the cloth on Harrys head and sat by The boys side for two whole hours. Even after two hours their still was no improvement with Harry and he had yet to wake up. He had seized two more times in the last two hours and they kept on getting longer. The last one lasted for 3 whole minutes.
Although Voldemort would never admit it to anyone but he was secretly worried about Harry. He had seen these symptoms before. Nightmares, shaking, seizures, fever and then coughing were the first stages to Dragon pox. A disease that has killed wizards for over thousands of years. There is yet to be a cure. Although a new case hasn't been seen for over a 100 years. The odds of Harry surviving it are very slim. For some strange reason Voldemort was saddened at the thought of Harry not surviving. A few days ago he would have celebrated at the downfall of his enemy. But after he had seen the real prophecy he didn't want Harry to die. They had things to discuss and forces to join. They had forever... Or not anymore. No! No! Voldemort refused to give up that easily! He was he Dark Lord, he did not give in. They would fight this disease. He would help Harry and then they would be able to sort through the messy details.
Voldemort composed himself and walked out of his bedroom leaving Harry behind him. He went into Dark Lord mode. He walked into his office, pulled out his wand and placed it to his throat "WORMTAIL!" Voldemort screamed with such Ferocity that when wormtail finally arrived a second later he was shaking and had his head was hung low as to not look directly at the Dark Lord.
"You called my Lord?..." The bumbling idiot wormtail spoke while kissing the Darks Lords robes. "Get up! Give me your arm!" Voldemort hissed at him. Wormtail obeyed. He gave the Dark Lord his arm that had the dark mark. Voldemort gave the arm a twist and with a wave of his hand it started to glow green "I have keyed you into the wards. It will let you know when my guest has arrived. Send him up when he does." Voldemort then touched the mark with a boney finger and whispered in parseltongue "Severus Snape" he dismissed wormtail with a flick of his wand and the bumbling idiot was gone.
Voldemort sat at his desk lost in thought. He was summoning Snape so he could help Harry. Many didn't know that Severus was actually a natural healer. A gift so rare that only two people in the world are known to have the skill. Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore. Well Voldemort couldn't bloody well call Dumbledore now could he? So he decided to call Snape to do one of two things actually. One heal Harry and two see where his true loyalties lie. If Snape went and told Dumbledore that he had Harry Potter at Riddle manor he would have to deal with the traitor accordingly but if Snape helped Harry and kept the info to himself he would be glad. The Dark Lord has many spies at Hogwarts the minute Snape decided to do something stupid the Dark Lord would know and Snape would feel his wrath.
Voldemort trusted Snape more than any other death eater and if this whole time he had been deceived... hell would be paid. Severus Snape was one of the most skilled potions masters in the world. One would be an idiot to try and not recruit him. With a little guidance and practice Snape could easily turn into the next Dark Lord himself. Severus was a very skilled liar and could easily hide his aura. The Dark Lord wasn't even sure if Snape knew how powerful he really was. The bottom line was that Voldemort needed men like Snape on his side and not against him. Voldemort needed everyone he could get to win this war. With Harry Potter and Severus Snape at his side Dumbledore would not stand a chance.
With that thought Voldemort stood and went back into his bedroom. Harry was still in the same position as when the Dark Lord left. Harry was getting worse by the minute. Voldemort sat next to Harry rubbing circles on his back and whispering soothing words into Harry's ear. Voldemort patiently waited for Snape. He abhorred the idea of Snape being a spy but he had to question the mans loyalties. He hated spies, especially spies amongst his inner circle, his most loyal...
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