Last time:
"I'm pathetic?" said Harry trembling, barely able to contain his anger, which had started to bubble up uncontrollably and burn into his skin. "I'd like to see how you hold up to a crucio or two!" And with that, Draco dropped to the floor screaming with anguishing pain. Harry continued to just sit there. He could feel the power coursing through his veins and he longed for the power to stay there forever. With a smirk of glee starting to graze his lips, his eyes started to dart everywhere as he realized what was going on and the fear sunk in. With one last glimpse of the terrified Draco, Harry slumped back into his bed, unconscious from the excess use of power.
Discoveries and a GiftWhen Harry woke up a short time later, the first thing he noticed was that he wasn't alone. Groaning, he tried to sit up only to have a soothing yet strong arm try to push him back down. "Rest Potter. You used up a lot of energy in that little display you just showed." With a shudder Harry reluctantly obeyed and settled back into the blankets.
"What happened?" he asked. "All I remember is…Malfoy! He was in here and then he started to pick on me and I lost control and he…he…"
"Shush Harry! I already know what happened and believe me, young Mr. Malfoy will be punished. Now relax and I will explain," said Voldemort while trying to sooth Harry (unsuccessfully).
"As you know, a wand is merely a tool through which one can channel their power or magic. You probably also are aware that when a witch or wizard gains certain feelings, their magic can tend to spike out of control, the most common emotion being that of anger. This is called accidental magic. But you only know the half of it. Accidental magic is just another, more discreet form, of what is called wandless magic. Furthermore, only pureblood wizards can learn wandless magic although they never succeed in doing more than a simple summoning charm. An heir to the house of Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff can learn to master their powers and use wandless magic to do anything they feel like, whether it is casting a simple lumos or casting a deadly Avada Kadavra."
"That still doesn't explain anything though," said Harry wondering what that had to do with him.
"Harry, do you not understand? You think you only used accidental magic, but you did not. Accidental magic does not allow one to cast a crucio at will. You used wandless magic Harry!" replied Voldemort starting to get impatient.
"But how could I have? I didn't mean to hurt Draco. I would never cast an unforgivable!" By this point, Harry was starting to get scared. He had cast an unforgivable! What could this mean? Was he really more evil than he thought? Shaking, Harry whispered in a small voice barely audible, "How am I supposed to control it?"
A flash of victory crossed the Dark Lord's eyes. Success! Potter would be his yet. All he would have to do now is train him and win his trust. With his trust, Voldemort would be able to successfully make Harry his heir and … well that would be telling!
"I can help you! But first, you may be wondering how it is that you can cast an unforgivable when only the heir of one of the four Hogwarts founders can do it. I have something that might be of interest to you."
Voldemort handed Harry a stack of legal looking documents. "I will leave you for now. You may read through those papers while you rest. I will send up a house elf with some dinner for you." And he turned to leave.
"Wait!" called Harry. Nervously, he asked, "If I'm going to be here a while, could…could you make my room a little more comfortable to live in? It reminds me too much of a hospital."
With a sigh of relief, the Dark Lord relented. "Of course!"
Frowning in concentration, he gave a flick of his wand and the room's décor changed. The bed became a beautiful four-poster bed with navy blue drapes and quilt. The sheets were a paler shade of baby blue and on the quilt was a pattern of scarlet quaffles, black bludgers, and gold snitches. The wardrobe remained in the corner while a small nightstand appeared next to the bed. A bookshelf and a cupboard for more private belongings zoomed over to the far wall and stood next to the wardrobe. Adding the final touches, a desk materialized on the wall opposite the wardrobe and a window appeared next to it. All in all, it was the coziest room Harry had ever seen.
"Th-Thank-you!" breathed Harry in awe.
With a small smile that actually seemed heartfelt, Voldemort replied, "No problem. Now get some rest!" and he left.
Sitting back in his bed, Harry's curiosity got the better of him. He grabbed the stack of papers from off the nightstand and started leafing through them. On closer inspection, it showed names with lines connecting them. It was Harry's lineage! He traced his finger from James Potter all the way back to the end. Godric Gryffindor! That explained things a little. He looked at his mother's lineage and found that Lily Evans reached back to Rowena Ravenclaw. Aunt Petunia was a squib! No wonder she hated magic. Musing through his thoughts, Harry didn't hear the house elf pop into his room.
"Excuse me Young Master but Inky is bringing you some food sir" said the elf.
"Thank-you Inky," said Harry taking the tray of food. Yumm! Roast potatoes and corn soup with a goblet of pumpkin juice.
"Young Master is so kind!" and the elf disappeared with a pop.
After eating, Harry started to yawn. 'Perhaps I should get some sleep' so he dosed off.
When he awoke, he was feeling much better. Noticing that it was 6:00, Harry decided to go to the Great Hall looking for some supper. Unfortunately, Voldemort was there with Lucius and much to Harry's dismay, Snape. Upon his entering the room, all three men looked up at him.
"Ahh, Harry! Come in, come in. We were just discussing you," said the Dark Lord.
"Er…" was Harry's brilliant response.
"How becoming of you Potter!" Snape sneered.
"Severus!" snapped Voldemort with and icy warning tone to his voice. "Now Harry, we have some things to discuss."
"Like what?" Harry growled, old anger returning.
"That will be enough of that tone with you, too!" said Voldemort using not quite the same tone with Harry as he had with Severus only a moment prior. He snapped his wrist lazily and sent a small stinging hex at Harry who yelped and hung his head in defeat.
'Man, I really hate him' he thought. "What do you wish to talk about, Sir?" he replied once again but more humbly so.
"That's better. You are learning my serpent! Now, we need to discuss your training," said the Dark Lord. "Professor Snape, here, will be teaching you potions, defense, and occlumency. Lucius will be teaching you glamour and offensive spells. I will be teaching you ligilimency and wandless magic. Eventually, I will also be teaching you how to become an animagus. Do you have any questions?"
"No. Not really."
"Good. Which brings me to my next topic. I need to have another Death Eaters meeting soon. I wish to present you as my heir then. Only the people in this room are aware of the circumstances. For the presentation, however, I will need to mark you and plan out what your outfit will be like. We also need to determine what a good name for you would be."
"Er…OK. May I eat now? I'm hungry," came the nervous response and a noise erupted into the air.
Malfoy smirked, his eyes cold as ice. "Ever the eloquent one Potter?"
All Harry did was glare at him.
"Very well, you may eat. Inky!" Voldemort called for the elf Harry had met earlier and when the elf appeared, said, "Bring Master Potter something to eat and make it snappy or else!"
"Yes right away, sir, of course, sir. Inky is bringing yous yours supper now!" squeaked the elf.
Harry sat down and waited for Inky to return. He didn't have long to wait however. The little elf returned quickly with a steaming tray of hot food.
"Thank-you Inky!" said Harry. "You may go now," he added exasperatedly as the elf started to sob.
Harry was hardly paying attention by now. What growing boy does pay attention when there is mouth-watering food around? Voldemort was observing Harry. When Harry had finished eating, the Dark Lord said, "Harry, what do you think of the House elf that was just here?"
Harry nearly choked on his forkful of food. "What? Inky?" questioned Harry, perplexed at why Voldemort was being so kind.
"No, Tabby! D'uh! Of course, Inky!" was the sarcastic reply.
"She's nice. I like her."
"Good, you may have her for your own. I was considering getting rid of her but since you want claim to her, you may keep her. Inky!" he called. With a pop, the elf appeared.
"Yes master, sir?" she asked.
"Come here," Voldemort waved his wand and said a couple of words that Harry couldn't distinguish. "You are now bound to the young master here as well as myself. Understand?"
With a nod of her head, Inky left to go do something else, perhaps to dust a piece of moldy old furniture.
Just then, Hedwig swooped down into dining hall and dropped Harry's test results and a new school supply list into his hands.
"Oh, yes!" added Voldemort. "I took the liberty of arranging it so that all your mail will be routed here instead of that filthy muggle trap. I plan on having your education surpassed that of what it would be at Hogwarts and you will obey my rules. Understood?"
"Yes Master!" said Harry with an evil glint in his eyes. "I'm glad I don't have to go back to that school where the muggle-loving fool can continue to try and manipulate me!"
Malfoy and Snape dropped their forks and stared at said kid, mouths agape. Voldemort snapped at them.
"If you two are done impersonating a couple of fish now, Harry may go to bed. We will get your school supplies tomorrow and you will start training the after. Good-night little serpent."
"Good night!" and Harry left for bed anxiously waiting to see what tomorrow would bring.
Bloopers:
Voldemort: Unless you wish to be cursed, DON'T FORGET TO READ THE BLOOPERS!!!!
Tuxedokamenluver: Oh, don't be cruel! Ewwwww what did you do that for?!!!
Cuddly-111: Sorry it's not my fault I spit when I sneeze!
Tuxedokamenluver: wipes it off her face Still… yuck!!
Cuddly-111: I blame Voldemort!
Voldemort: What? Why me?
Tuxedokameluver: Don't look at me for answers. Gosh! whispers behind her hand Besides, she scares me sometimes, too!
Cuddly-111: I heard that! Anyway, you smell, Voldemort! I swear you take as many baths as Snape – NONE!!!
Snape: I resent that! I shower at least once a month!
Tuxedokamenluver: Still, that's more than Voldemort!
C&T together: Ewww!!!