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Dinner with Voldemort – Chapter 6

Flashback – 2 weeks ago

Xander felt nauseous. Whatever teleporty thing his grandfather, here Xander paused shivering from remembering his appearance, had given him made him feel funky. As Xander approach the creepy looking house that had to be his destination, he fingered his wedding ring. Willow had placed as many protected charms on it as possible, it would now protect against possession, which would have been useful years ago, and it would also transport him back to Giles' home if he were in danger. Willow had, in fact, placed many additional charms on it without knowing. Hardly anything capable of influencing him adversely could get near him. This would later be the reason why Luna would have trouble looking at him.

Xander stopped as he saw a woman approaching him from the house. She was creepy weird, her black hair was flying wildly in the wind. She stopped as she got just a few yards away. Her eyes flew over the man before her and she smirked.

"My oh my, a little defenseless muggle has come a calling," she said, her voice rising into high pitched cackling, which reminding Xander way too much of his hyena days.

Xander saw, as he watched her unmoving, that she fingered a wand in her hand, not that dissimilarly from how he'd fingered his ring just moments ago. Xander had spent way too much time around demons for a crazy witch do more than reach a 4 (out of 10) on his "I Should be Worried" scale. He remained calm, the eyebrow on his good eye arching up just a little, not that anyone would notice since the other eyebrow couldn't be seen.

"I'm here to have dinner with my grandfather, Voldemort."

"You're Alexander?" she asked, her voice sounding what probably went for shocked for her.

"Yeah," Xander's voice trailed off, he decided in that moment that he didn't want her calling him Xander. It was bad enough that so many demons called him by what had once been a fond nickname given to him by Willow, he'd rather not have human nutsos calling him that too… Besides, she's British, she probably doesn't like nicknames.

"That's lovely!" her voice resuming an almost normal sound. She reached over grabbing his elbow forcing him to take the position of an escort and guided him into the house. Xander looked around as he was guided through the house. Cobwebs and the like covered all the nooks and crannies of the house. At last she guided him into the dining room, which was miraculously clean. Sitting at the large dining table were Voldemort and one of the men who had come with him the previous week.

"Welcome Alexander," hissed the voice of his grandfather. "This is Severus Snape," here he gestured towards the man sitting next to him. "And your escort is Bellatrix Lestrange. They both work for me."

"Not cleaning I see," Xander attempted to joke.

"No. I don't spend much time here, but felt this was neutral area. I lived here until recently, myself and my servants are staying at another place. That's clean." The last part added as if an afterthought. At this point the evil headquarters was firmly planted at Malfoy Manner. Lucius Malfoy had been the other man with Voldemort the week before, but it isn't really important to this flashback to know that.

Silence soon filled the room as food was brought by the house elves that were borrowed from various minions of Voldemort. It should be noted that Xander didn't really react to them since Anya had recently summoned the descendants of her old house elves back to her service. They had stayed with the tenants of her homes pretty much since she had first become a demon. On the upside her house elves were a lot… saner than most due to the fact that Anya never punished them and gave them permission to do almost anything they could want to.

Each person began to eat the food in front of them, after doing their own tests for poisons and potions. Yes, the wedding ring was also enchanted to reveal those problems. It might be important to note that Voldemort no longer ate like a normal person due to the resurrection he went through to live again. And it might also be of note that Xander hardly reacted to that at all, he had, after all, seen Clem eat before.

"So what do you do?" Snape asked breaking the silence.

"I work for an international corporation based out of England that deals with demonic problems around the world. I mainly work as a carpenter though. I usually end up fixing a lot of stuff because of demon attacks and the like."

"You don't do anything more magical?" Snape asked curiously. He was wondering exactly how much magical knowledge the heir to the Dark Lord had.

"I help out with some research, although it is getting creepy. We only have a few books that we're working with right now, we got them from people who used to work in the organization who weren't in headquarters when it blew up. They had been doing private research in their own homes. Most of them were working on translating books of prophesies that are coming into the near future time frame. I'm actually in some of the prophesies, I'm just glad we didn't know I was called the One Who Sees until after most of them would have occurred."

"What do you mean?" asked Voldemort as he and his companions gave Xander their undivided attention. This wigged out Xander a bit, so he leant back in his seat a bit as he explained.

"Prophesies usually come true only if you act on them. Like one of my friends in High School. She found out there was a prophesy about her in this book of prophesies that always came true. It said she would be led by a young child to her death and that her death would free this ancient vampire. She choose to follow the prophesy, but the vampire told her when he killed her that if she hadn't come she wouldn't have died and he would still be trapped. Thankfully I followed her and saved her, although she did technically die.

"After that happened I looked through prophesies that appear in mythology. One of the most well known stories tells the tale of Oedipus, who before his birth was prophesied to kill his father and marry his mother. So his father ordered him killed. Only he wasn't killed and was instead raised in another kingdom. When he grew up he found out about the prophesy and he left thinking it was about the parents who raised him. As he wandered he ran into a cruel man and killed him not knowing it was his father. He later came to meet a beautiful woman, a recent widow, and married her not knowing they were mother and son."

"Do you mean to tell me, that if there were, for example, a prophesy about me, that it wouldn't have been accurate if I hadn't acted on it?"

"Not necessarily, like with me, we found mention of me in seven prophesies, only one of them came true, the others are all obsolete now the circumstances have passed that could have made them happen, the only reason that that one came true is because another person involved knew about it and acted on it. So if someone else knew about your prophesy they could set it into motion."

"What prophesy about you came true?"

"Summarized? It told the story of my wife and me. Her boss knew about it and made sure it came true. I'm kind of happy he did that now. Apparently she's my soul mate."

The other exchanged looks until Snape decided to speak, "That's very… romantic."

Voldemort tilted his head as if he heard something near his shoulder and rose suddenly, "I have something I must deal with. I'll see you again next week Alexander." Voldemort poofed out of the room.

"My lord!" Bellatrix cried out and poofed out after him.

"I apologize for their rudeness," Snape said simply, his voice silky and smooth, sounding unapologetic. The two men finished their meal in silence before each returned to their respective homes.

End Chapter 6

REVIEWS INSPIRE ME

I never imagined writing Bellatrix Lestrange, but I really tried for SerpentLady who was hoping to see her in this story. See!? Reviews really do inspire me. -

This was hard to write! I can't write Voldemort… I don't think you can tell how he's really talking with how I wrote it… And it was really difficult making the conversation flow into talk of prophesies! I also don't like how I ended the chapter but I'm pretty sure it'll lead into what happens in the next chapter or two...

I actually know several other stories about people acting on prophesies and making them come true, but thought you would all be bored if I mentioned them all.