Author's Note (read please):

Guess what? I actually have a Beta!! The name? ddamatothrows confetti Love her, or else…!! She edited all my previous chapters (that were a lot of mistakes o.-) which are now up for you to read (if you ever… want to read the story again?) I'm going to get a beta for my other stories as well (I suck…) Anyways; here's chapter 7!!

Guardianship

Chapter 07:

Disobedience

"You!" Harry yelled, glaring fiercely at Snape. The ex-professor looked at him. His eyes seemed to hold hatred that seemed to match his own, yet his appearance was calm.

Harry went to grab his wand, when he realized it wasn't there. It didn't matter… he didn't need one.

He was just about to lunge forward when he noticed that he couldn't move his feet. Voldemort looked at him disapprovingly and that made Harry realize that he had been reading his mind. Snape walked away and Harry could move again. Not giving it a second thought, he sprinted after the Half-Blood Prince. He saw a spell that just missed him by an inch, but he didn't care.

As he ran through the hall, he could see Snape at the end of it. He ran past several Death Eaters, who only looked at him in confusion.

The Potions Master turned around, but before he could grab his wand, Harry jumped on top of him, causing them both to fall. The wand was now lying next to them. Harry quickly grabbed it and pointed it at Snape's large nose. His expression of surprise quickly changed to his normal one.

"You don't have it in you to kill me, Potter," he said.

"Don't I?" Harry asked threateningly.

"No," he simply said. "You don't."

Harry heard footsteps approaching and Voldemort's voice as well, yelling at the Death Eaters to leave. His scar hurt; Voldemort was mad. This wasn't going to slip his attention though… He was still glaring at Snape with the wand steady in his hand.

There was a small moment of silence.

"What do you think you're doing?" sounded Voldemort's voice.

"What does it looks like I'm doing?" Harry responded.

Snape's eyes flashed dangerously now. "Don't you dare to speak to the Dark Lord like that!" he hissed.

"Silence," Voldemort whispered. This surprised both Harry and Snape. "Get up."

"No!" Harry yelled. "Not until—"

"I'm not going to say it again."

The fifteen-year old glared at him. This gave Snape the time he needed to snatch his wand back.

"I'm going to say it again, Potter," the Potions Master said as he got up. "How can you ever expect to win when you're leaving everything exposed?"

"I don't need to win, as long as I get rid of you!" he hissed.

"That's enough," Voldemort then said, looking at Snape. "Continue your work."

"Yes," Severus immediately said and with a last glare, he disappeared into the next room.

Harry wanted to get up, but was held back.

"No," Voldemort said. "I'm not finished with you yet."

-

Snape was outraged. The nerve of that kid… He just finished a cleaning-spell on his robe, when the door swung open.

"There you are!" a voice said. "I've been looking all over for you!"

Snape didn't have to turn around to know who it was. Besides the fact that it was the only female voice in the whole Riddle Manor, it was easy to recognize her voice.

"Bellatrix Lestrange," he said. "What do you want?"

"You must be embarrassed…being defeated by one of your students," she laughed.

"May I remind you that you lost several Death Eaters by just a few children and a handful of Order members? Maybe you should remember your own failures before you start talking about mine."

Her smile faded now. "Fine," she said. "But I'm not the only one thinking that. There are tons of Death Eaters here who'd love to scold someone with a high rank such as you."

"Thanks for the warning," he muttered. This wasn't really helping his mood either.

"You're welcome!" she said, before walking away.

Snape sighed. He hoped that this wouldn't ruin everything he worked so hard for… The last thing he wanted was for the Dark Lord to think of him as weak.

-

"So, what are you going to do to me now?" Harry said, still sitting on the floor. "Hex me? Kill me? Go on, I know you want to."

"And I wondered why I didn't want children," Voldemort muttered.

Harry blinked. "What?"

"Nothing," he said. "That was a very foolish act there."

"I don't care. He killed Dumbledore. He's not going to get away with that," he glared. "And neither will you!"

"What are you planning to do then?" the Dark Lord whispered. "Here you are, a sixteen year old child without a wand, surrounded by adult wizards. You can't perform magic, nor can you escape. Nobody will come to rescue you. So I'm asking you again: What are you planning to do?"

Harry glared at him. To be honest, he had no idea.

"That's what I thought," Voldemort continued. "I already have a punishment for you, for abusing my hospitality."

"Hospitality!?!"Harry repeated.

"Two days."

The 16-year old stared at him. "Two days, what?"

Voldemort smirked. "Two extra days you'll stay here."

"What!?" he yelled.

"And every time you'll disobey me, more days will count up. That's more then a fair punishment, isn't it? Now, get up. I'm going to show you the way to your room."

Harry immediately jumped up. "Room? Don't you mean dungeon? Cell?"

"No. Room," Voldemort said. "You should consider yourself lucky, Harry Potter. There are far worse punishments I could make up."

Harry frowned. He was right. What was going on here? Why was he acting so… nice?

Author's Note:

Yay! The end of magic chapter 7! …What? Seven is a magic number! And I haven't updated for that long… it has to be magical!

Credits to ddamato for beta-reading.