Fear The Dark
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot. So don't sue me. All Harry Potter™ characters and settings are the sole intellectual property of JK Rowling, Warner Bros. and various others who all aren't connected to me in any way. No money is being made with this fan fiction and no copyright infringement is intended.
Also, I've just realised, I don't even own the plot, lol. Anyway, this is just an idea I've come up with.
Summary: AU. Voldemort 'rescues' Harry, after he was abandoned by his parents and his little sister. Awakening to a pair of yellow, Jewelled, eyes in a strange place with the most feared Dark Wizard around, Harry wants answers. Non Slash.
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-Curses-
-Powerful Curses – (Either strong caster or strong emotion)
/Parseltongue/
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Chapter 3: A Trip to the Malfoy's
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"Now, according to the Ministry, I'm not supposed to show you what I'm about to. But Dumbledore, well he's got a much higher opinion of you. CONSTANT VIGILANCE! And personally, I think you need to know what your up – CONSTANT VILGILANCE! – against. A wizard who's about to put you under a dark curse isn't going to go 'Oh hello! I was just about to come and kill you, do you mind?' is he! NO! Now, you've been prophesized to kill the Dark Lord, and you gotta be able to!" Moody said as he began to go through the books on the shelves in the Room of Requirement.
Jane took out her wand and readied herself. She knew Moody would begin throwing things at her any moment now. Moody spun around and threw three curses and two books at her. She blocked the first spell, rebounded the second, dodged the third and banished the books back at Moody.
"Nice one, Potter. So, the Unforgivables; Tell me why their unforgivable."
"The Imperius Curse is an Unforgivable because it has complete control over ones mind. Complete and total domination of another human being. The Cruciatus Curse in an Unforgivable because it causes intolerable pain. If the spell is held on long enough, it can cause insanity and even death. The Killing Curse or The Avada Kedavra is an Unforgivable because it causes instant death. No living thing can survive it."
"Very good, Potter! Do you remember what we talked about DMA?"
Jane nodded. Dark Magic Addiction was what had caused Voldemort to be how he was. When you had DMA, you had to keep using it as every dark spell would quell the urge for a certain amount of time. A lack of Dark Magic for too long and you would fall ill, with potions and spells not being able to work on you.
"Now, I am going to teach you how to use these curses. You have to be able to use these curses if you are to fully understand them, but first, I am going to put you under the Imperius Curse to see if you can shake it. Now, -Imperius-"
It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. Jane felt a floating sensation take over him as every thought and worry in his head had been wiped clean, leaving nothing but happiness. And then it stopped when she heard Moody's voice echo into existence.
'Jump on the table,' his voice began
'Don't do it, Jane!' said a different voice, small, but effective.
'Jump!'
'Don't'
No, her own voice fluttered in to the middle of the fray. Back in the room, her knees began to bend, ready to jump.
'JUMP!' Moody's voice was angry now.
'DONT!'
NO. NO. "NO!" She shouted as her legs gave way and she fell, smashing her head on the table and causing Moody to yelp as the curse backfired and threw him into the corner of the room.
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Harry walked out of the bathroom, showered and clothed and pulled on his favourite pair of silver Dragon-hide boots as his father walked into the room. He waved his hand and a large black trunk materialized on the end of the bed.
"Everything you want is already packed in the trunk." Voldemort began. "Lucius shall be along shortly and you will be off."
Harry frowned. "Do I have to go? I've never met any of your Death Eaters or their children so how do you know I'll be alright there?"
"Lucius has strict instructions. He will keep to them." Voldemort stood up. "Oh, and remember to check your name. I can tell you still haven't done it."
And with a smirk, he left the room.
Harry called for his personal House-elf, Tinks. "Yes, Mister Young Master, sir? What can Tinks do for yous, Mister Young Master, sir?"
"Take this down to the Entrance hall and wait for me there," Harry drawled as he waved his hand at the trunk sitting on the end of his bed.
Tinks bowed a very low bow, causing her tea cosy hat fall off. She crammed it back onto her head and jumped over to the trunk, which disappeared with her with a pop.
Harry quickly transformed into his animagus form and sped down the corridor to the secret passage that would take him straight to the Entrance hall, concealed by the wall.
Harry transformed back to his human form and hissed the password. The illusion flickered a little and Harry ran through the new illusion of the wall, transforming again as he did.
A few minutes later, Harry reached the end of the tunnel and transformed back to human form and wiped the silver hairs off his robes before stepping through into the Entrance hall.
His father and Lucius Malfoy were waiting by a fireplace with Harry's trunk.
"Ah, Harry, there you are." Voldemort said as Harry strolled forward to meet Lucius. "Lucius, this is my son and Heir. You will show the same respect as you do me."
Lucius looked a little off at that statement, but nonetheless, bowed before Voldemort, saying, "yes, milord." He turned to Harry and bowed again. "Pleasure to meet you, milord. Shall we go now?" Harry nodded and was about to pick up his trunk but Malfoy beat him to it. "I shall assist you in a Side-Along Apparation."
"Goodbye, father." Harry said as they left the Mansion and headed for the Apparation points.
When they had reached the end of the Apparation wards, Malfoy turned to Harry and grabbed his arm and Disapparated away to Malfoy Manor.
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Lucius and Harry arrived outside on the ground of Malfoy Manor. They quickly rushed into the house to be greeted by Narcissa, who snapped her fingers. A House elf popped into the room and took Harry's trunk to his room.
"Our son, Draco, isn't here right now, he's away at a friends house for the day and will be back later. Would you like a tour of the house?" asked Narcissa.
"That would be lovely, Mrs Malfoy." Said Harry quietly.
"Please, call me Narcissa. Now, why don't we start with the ground floor."
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"Severus would you please give us your report?" Asked Dumbledore as he sat down from the podium in the middle of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Snape stood up from his seat and began his report. "The Dark Lord had a meeting last night, stating that he would be going to Finland to talk to the Council of Vampyres to try and gain their alliance."
A few gasps followed this statement. "But I thought he already had their alliance?" Minerva McGonagall asked.
"No, he only had a few clans that were banished from the order of Vampires. The Outcasts."
A second round of gasps.
"Severus, I hear Voldemort has chosen an Heir?" asked Dumbledore, not taking notice of the gasps and flinches at his name and the rumour of his Heir.
"Yes, rumours have been flying that the Dark Lord has an Heir, but no one has seen him or her if it is true. I personally do not think it is true because could the Dark Lord actually care for a child? Could he actually keep his patience with a child?"
"Yes, I see your point Severus. Thank you for your report."
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Jane's eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to adjust to the bright light.
"Good, your awake." Grunted Moody from the bed next to hers.
It seemed she was in the hospital wing. "W-what h-h-happened?"
"You smashed the side of your head against the table when trying to fight off the Imperius Curse. You did surprisingly well for a ten year old. Not many fully trained wizards and witches can throw off an Imperius Curse. And you even did so well as to throw me away from you as well!"
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Harry sighed. He had been at Malfoy Manor for several hours now and all Lucius and Narcissa did was monitor him. So in the end, Harry was subdued to the Library. He still hadn't had the chance to check his name and he didn't want to with the Malfoy's monitoring every step he took.
Harry sighed, put away the book he was reading and began to walk back to his room when he heard the fireplace spring into action.
Harry ignored it and carried onto his room.
"Your not allowed up here. I didn't think the Parlour Party started until later. Hello? I'm talking to you! Oi, what do you think your doing up here anyway?" said an annoying voice from behind him.
Harry turned around, annoyed at being addressed like some scum. He flicked his wrist and the boy was suspended in the air.
"W-what are you doing?" the boy managed to get out, his blonde hair falling out of its neatly slicked back position.
Harry walked towards the boy and growled in his face, noses almost touching.
"You wanted to know who I am?" Harry flicked his wrist and summoned Dartoka. He hissed for her to position herself at the boy's neck. "I, am the Heir of your Lord and Master as well as Salazar Slytherin, and you would do well to know your place." Harry flicked his wrist again and the boy dropped to the floor.
The boy looked up at Harry from the floor and managed to stutter out, "I-I'm Draco."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Pleasure, I'm sure," He drawled as he turned and walked off, snapping his fingers to summon Dartoka.
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Harry's room was the only sanctuary he had that would escape the clutches of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. It had been just a slightly bigger than normal, guestroom before Voldemort had made sure it was impenetrable without the express permission of the young wizard. Harry had had to have his personal house-elf, Tinks, bring in one other elf a day to do the things a house elf should do. Of course, it had to be one that the Malfoy's hadn't made follow Harry around and report back to them, so Tinks had brought a very young house elf called Dobby and Harry was certain that Tinks wouldn't disobey his orders.
Although the young wizard could not hear the sounds of the Parlour Party through the floor, he could certainly feel it was soon turn out to be much more than just a social visit. He knew how these Death Eater minds worked, even if he'd never actually met them, and he was sure it would most likely turn to either a muggle torture group or on great orgy. He'd seen it happen once before, and it was a memory he'd wanted to quell for a very long time.
A scuffling sound from behind the northern wall, furthest away from hi bed brought him from his thoughts. Silently, he summoned Dartoka, whispering to her to keep quiet. Lifting himself from the bed, Harry crept over to the wall and placed his ear to the wall.
"I'm telling you, this is him! The Dark Lord's Heir!" The unmistakable voice of Draco Malfoy rang through. "I'm sure he's the same age as us. Now, let me just think how to open this wall and I'll introduce him to you."
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"Introduce a person you don't truly know? Why, Draco, that's the stupidest idea I've heard from you yet."
Draco spun around on the spot, immediately stopping trying to open the secret passage into Harry's room and looked directly at Harry.
"Er… I'm sorry… my… er… my lord…" Draco stuttered, trying not to look like he was attempting to break into Harry's room. This would have been impossible, but the kid had guts.
"Well, what are still doing here? If you wanted to meet me, you could have just knocked on the door. Now be a good little boy, and tell me why you wanted to talk to me."
Draco began to stutter again, but luckily, for the youngest Malfoy at least, he was saved by a young black boy. "We were just wondering if you wanted to have a game of Quidditch?"
Harry turned to the boy, an eyebrow raised. "And who, pray tell, are you."
The boy smirked. "Well, that's for me to know, isn't it, and you to find out."
Harry smirked back. "I like you, Blaise Zabini."
Blaise could only stare in shock as the boy in front of him spoke his name, though he'd never said it.
"Maybe tomorrow," Were his final words before disappearing back into his room…
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Shorter than usual, I know, but then I had this crazy idea of making you lot wait to see what Harry's form is. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! Sorry, I'm mean, I know.