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Chapter Three

"Now, Potter, what do you and your little army want to do first? Do you want to start playing our game or do you want Coke?" Severus drawled. He did not want to play the game as he had put it. He wanted freedom, which he couldn't get from either Dumbledore or the Dark Lord. So he just decided to play along with both, loyal to no one but himself.

"Both, if you can. Thank you." Harry said, as he took a glass of coke that appeared in front of him, as he had requested. The other three looked grateful, but Harry knew that inside, they were getting really sick of acting.

Voldemort, looked surprised that Harry didn't even bother checking for poison, and actually voiced his question, "Ha-Potter, why didn't you check the drink. For all you know, I could've poisoned it?"

"Riddle, if you had been paying attention, then you would've seen me do the potion recognizing and switching spells. But of course you couldn't because I did it both wandlessly and nonverbally." Harry answered, getting annoyed. "Just start the bloody game already."

"Harry James Potter, language." Both Narcissa and Hermione shrieked. Hermione because of her motherly nature and since she had to act for Dumbles, while Narcissa because… well she was a mother after all.

"Everyone, gather around the butterbeer bottle." Bellatrix called in her sweetest voice, which was scary for all four students, as they had only heard her cackling.

"Wait. Riddle, can you call Neville Longbottom here too? I think he deserves some fun since some people stole it from his life." Harry said, glaring coldly at Bellatrix, who let out a whimper, wincing under his icy glare, which she had to admit, was scarier than the Dark Lord's, and that was saying something.

"Of course Potter. Lucius, go get him. Now! That's an order." Voldemort snapped.

"Yes, My Lord." Lucius replied, bowing. He then walked out of the ballroom to the grand foyer from where a crack was heard, signalling that he had apparated away.

"Now, everyone, sit down. I am going to perform a spell, Draco, come with me." The Dark Lord commanded. Draco scampered after him, like a Golden Retriever.

"Yes, my lord?" He asked.

"Draco, start putting up those wards I taught you. Just wait for Lucius and Longbottom to arrive before you erect them." After he had gotten the instructions from Voldemort, who had returned to sit with others, he, Draco, waited for his father and Longbottom.

"So what is Malfoy doing?" Hermione asked the Dark Lord, always having to know everything.

"Which Malfoy? I know three Malfoys." Voldemort replied, feeling annoyed. He wondered how his Harry spent every moment of his day with them.

"Draco Malfoy." She answered, feeling scared of the tone Voldemort had used.

"He is creating anti-magic, anti-apparation, and anti-portkey wards, mu-Granger." Voldemort replied coldly.

Ron, being the 'dunderhead' he was, as Snape always puts it, said, "What do you mean so we can't do the magic? Do you want to take our magic so you can kill us with Avada Kedavra?"

"Ron, you great prat, if we can't use magic, neither can they. Are you that much of a baboon as Malfoy says?" Ginny shrieked at her brother, who was becoming afraid of her, and started backing up.

"My lord, I have returned with Longbottom." Lucius informed, dragging Neville along behind him. Neville was surprised to see Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny there.

"Who are you, and, what have you done with Harry Potter?" Neville demanded of Harry, holding his wand to Harry's throat.

"Beating someone at a duel will not make you the winner. Fight, as that is the only way to win." Harry said. It was the special code that only Harry and Neville knew.

"OK Harry, I believe that it's really you, but what the heck are you doing in the DARK Lord's house? And where is that snake-faced jerk."

"I am right here, Longbottom, so please try and refrain from insulting me." Voldemort said. Then Ginny interrupted Voldemort and started telling Neville, who had just stopped himself from gaping at the Dark Lord like a fish, about the Elf owl and the game.

"My lord, the wards are completed. Now no one, including you, can do magic in this room. Tonight, Uncle Rudo will remove them." Draco informed Riddle.

"Now what are we waiting for? Sit down." Riddle commanded. They all sat down, and Harry said, "Spin the bottle, Neville."