Love Conquers All

Chapter Two: Special Task

As time went by over the next month, within that time, the Weasley family had seen their oldest son's marriage to Fleur Declour while the appearance of Harry had not been seen. The Ministry, despite what others thought, continued to have a search party looking out for him in secret. The wedding went smoothly as Mrs. Weasley had planned; the decorations were as best as they could be and despite what Mrs. Weasley had told the twins, they still ended the celebration with a grand display of fireworks.

Soon to everyone's surprise, the Hogwarts owl arrived with two letters; one contained the school supplies needed and the other was from the Headmistress Professor McGonagall herself.

Dear Parents,

We are happy to inform you that Hogwarts will still be open even though You-Know-Who and his faithful servants are still at large. The ministry will be sending Aurors and they will be guarding every perimeter of the school. Of course, it is still your choice if you want your child to study here. I would deeply acknowledge it if you send us a reply to this letter if you want your child to study.

Professor Minerva McGonagall

Headmistress of Hogwarts School of

Witchcraft and Wizardry

Mrs.Weasley, without further ado, wrote two letters as soon after she read the letter.

"Ron, do you mind if I borrow Pigwidgeon? I'm going to send the letter to my parents," Hermione asked.

"I don't mind, you could borrow him," Ron replied.

Another owl came and it was about Hermione being the new Head Girl.

"Hmm, I wonder who the Head Boy is," Ron looked at Hermione's Badge hoping that he was the Head Boy.

Harry looked at himself in the mirror with remorse. Joining forces with Voldemort had to been one of the biggest mistakes he thought he could have made. He had no clue how he was going to be able to defeat him while he was also one of his supporters, or even worse… one of his death eaters. It seemed like the wrong thing to do but in a weird and twisted way, he knew it was the only way to save the people who were so dear to him.

A knock came to the door of the room in which he lived in, in the Riddle House.

"The Dark Lord has sent me to get you. He wants to talk to you right now." Antonin Dolohov stated as he came in.

Harry followed him; a chilly feeling came to him when he was left in the dark room in which where Voldemort was staying. Nagini slithered around Voldemort's favorite goblin-made rosewood armchair with Slytherins crest and real serpents that look liked frozen to death as its decoration.

"Potter, Potter, you were once the Lord's prey and now you are one of us following every word the Dark Lord will say," Nagini hissed. Harry moved closer to Voldemort and ignored the playful serpent.

"You wished to talk to me, my L-Lord" Harry still felt a bit uncomfortable calling Voldemort 'My Lord' or 'Dark Lord' or anything the Death Eaters call him.

"Yes, have a seat," Voldemort said as he summoned a chair. Harry sat and felt another chilly feeling up to his spine. It was if he was sitting on a cold dead body.

A few minutes later, a rat ran beside Nagini, she was preparing to attack the rat but it transformed into a human being. That rat after all was Peter Pettigrew.

He bowed at the Dark Lord, casting his eyes on Harry. "Harry? What are you doing here?"

"He is one of us, Wormtail," Voldemort answered.

"One of us? Harry you're just wasting your time here!" He squeaked.

"Stay out, Wormtail or else!" Voldemort commanded. Peter right away transformed into a rat scampered outside.

"Don't mind him, Harry; he is just trying to get your attention and mine too. However, let us drink something while we talk," Voldemort summoned two goblets.

Harry got the other goblet. Without any further thing to say, he hastily drank the reddish liquid in the goblet, thinking it was wine. The liquid tasted bland but when it came, down to his throat, it had a burning sensation and tasted sour, it started to choke him.

"Hope you like the potion I have prepared for you," Voldemort said as Harry fell onto the floor, grasping at his neck. Harry was stiff on the floor, unconscious and looked as if he was dead.

After a few hours or so, Harry woke up. He realized he was not poisoned after all.

"I'm afraid I might have frightened you there awhile ago, have I?" Voldemort said when Harry was about to sit back to the chair. He nodded.

"No matter, I shall explain to you what the potion is. It is one of the few things I have invented. I use this incase some of my death eaters have second thoughts about joining me and you are one of them. This potion will make your heart cold like mine. This potion will control your emotions," Voldemort explained.

"Where were we? Ah, yes, I have a special task for you," Voldemort told him.

It was two hours until eleven o'clock and Ron, Hermione, and Ginny arrived in King's Cross-station.

"Blimey, Hermione why do we to be so early? The train leaves at eleven we have plenty much time," Ron complained.

"Honestly, Ron I am the Head Girl, I have to be early," She replied. The three of them found a compartment. Hermione left to go at the prefect's carriage. Thrilled on knowing who the Head Boy is, she opened the carriage's door and met Professor Slughorn.

"Hello there, Ms. Granger!" He greeted.

"Hello Professor! Do you know who the Head Boy is?" She asked.

"Well of course I know who the Head Boy is, it's the great Harry Potter!" Slughorn announced it with pride.

"Harry? But he is missing," She said.

"No need to worry. That will be taken care of by the Headmistress and the Minister of Magic," He replied.

After Slughorn gave her the instructions, Hermione did her Head Girl duties such as giving instructions to the prefects, Lavender Brown and Blaise Zabini, and explained why there wasn't a Head Boy. After that, together with Ron, she went back to their compartment. The train started to move.

Ginny looked at the window and sighed. "I wonder where Harry could be right now."

"My task for you is to go back to Hogwarts," Voldemort said.

"B-but my Lord, I do not wish to go back there," Harry replied.

"Give me a specific reason on why you do not want to go back there," Voldemort asked.

Harry was speechless.

"I want you to go back there, if the time comes that we will attack Hogwarts, you will help me and the other Death Eaters to enter the grounds," Voldemort commanded.

"Attack Hogwarts? But I thought you were after me," Harry was confused.

"Why will I be after you when you are on my side now? I have other plans, Harry and one of them is to control the school. Bring back the old tradition of my ancestor Salazar Slytherin. Soon enough when I control Hogwarts, only purebloods will be able to study there; no mudbloods or blood traitors and of course, liked I promised, you will be my right hand." Voldemort said in his chilly mystified voice.

"I will do it as you wish, My Lord," Harry bowed at him and left the room.

When he went outside, Pettigrew took a grip on the collars of his shirt. "Harry, what are you doing? You are betraying your parents and everyone who sacrificed their life for you," He said.

"I am not the only traitor here!" Harry said as he pushed Peter away.

"I didn't do it on purpose! He was threatening to kill me!" Peter cried.

"Do you think I did it on purpose? No! I did this for the sake of my friends' life! Not for mine! You're as selfish as I am, Wormtail!" Harry shouted at Wormtail with pure hatred and left.

He was sure his parents would be rolling over in their graves if they knew the sacrifice he had made those several months ago. He had hoped they would forgive him for the choice he made.