Chapter Eight
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"Now then, we'll be going through the Floo straight to the Malfoy Manor, to those of you who can't seem to stay on your feet when you travel in such a way, I'll make sure to stop you before you give your-self a concussion by making friends with the floor." A certain look was shot toward Harry who returned it with a childish glare as he turned the portrait to its' miniature size once again and put it in one of the pockets of his robes.
One by one, they all went through the Floo. Harry was the last to arrive and, just as Severus predicted, he stumbled a bit but was stopped by a large hand on his shoulder.
"Come along now, we might only have a second before everyone decides to hex us." Severus whispered. Harry nodded his head and then sighed inwardly. It seems that Professor Snape forgot to mention that tonight would be a Death Eater's Meeting. He mused as he saw the inner circle all together. Of course, Severus was missing from the group, but not for long.
What the five then saw was very peculiar indeed. Lord Voldemort looked just as he was when he was teenager, albeit a bit older looking now, but not what Harry had seen the previous year in the graveyard. All though, that wasn't what shocked him the most. What shocked him was the fact that Voldemort- or is it Tom now? - was pouting! Honest to god pouting!
"Where is Severus? I want him here now!" He pouted -again! - and then looked at Nagini who was curled up in his lap. Oh, let's not forget to mention how he was sitting his throne-like chair. He was sitting sideways in the chair so his legs were draped over one arm of the chair while his back rested against the other arm.
"Nagini, my sssweet sssnake, will you go and find Ssseverusss?" He asked in Parseltongue. Before she could respond however, another voice spoke up.
"Now then Tom, Professor Snape is right here." Harry said softly. And just like that, everyone's wands were out and pointed at the five.
"My massster, it is the boy!" Nagini hissed furiously only to be soothed by Voldemort petting her scales.
"Potter, do you think I would be a fool to fall by such a simple guise and let my guard down!?" He asked just as furiously as Nagini had hissed.
"Oh no, Tom, this is not a disguise, I really am in trouble here and I need your help." Harry said firmly enough to get the Dark Lord's attention.
"My Lord, may I torture him for you?" Bellatrix Lestrange asked with a nearly insane type of smile.
"I would not do such a thing if I were you Lestrange, you may very well cause our Lord's demise should you do such a thing." Severus said as he stepped beside Harry who had somehow gotten in front of them without his notice.
"What does that mean Severus?" Voldemort demanded as he stood up and started to walk near them only to stop as he heard Harry's words.
"Exactly as Professor Snape said tom, don't you know, instead of six, you created seven." He hissed at the Dark Lord. "Impossible, that's not possible." "But it is, you did it accidently the night you killed my parents." Harry hissed calmly.
"Therefore, Tom, you cannot kill me and I don't believe that Salazar would be all too happy if you did so as well." Harry said with a smile.
"That doesn't mean that I can't torture you though." Voldemort answered with a snarl as he moved closer to Harry before stopping yet again as Harry drew his wand at pointed it at him-self. "I would rather kill my-self than be tortured to insanity like the Longbottom's were." He replied calmly.
"You wouldn't dare." Voldemort whispered. "Oh, I think I very much would just to spite you." Harry said as he suddenly transformed back to his previous fifteen-year-old self.
Hm, danger is what is supposed to make me transform back. Of course, I will turn back into a child when the danger moment is over. Harry mused as his emerald green eyes locked crimson red eyes.
"If you were to kill your-self, I would still have five others." He said smugly as he watched the now more familiar Harry Potter suspiciously.
Harry looked shocked and then grinned like the wolf that had caught the lamb, and then he laughed outright. "Tom, contrary to popular belief, I do my research and I do it very well. I found the others, and if I were to die, they would die with me. And with them out of the way, someone could easily kill you." He chuckled then as he recalled Tom's smug expression, then laughed again as he saw the absolutely gobsmacked look on everyone's face.
Harry sighed however, when he felt magic swirl around him and he was, yet again, a five year old. He jumped a bit when he remembered Salazar and quickly pulled the portrait out of his pocket.
"It's about time!" Salazar said loudly as Harry quickly enlarged the portrait. "Yes, yes, I am oh so very sorry." Harry said cheekily as Salazar mock glared at him.
Then he turned his eyes to Tom. "You, what are you waiting for? Help your cousin, family is most important after all, now I demand you to help him!" Salazar thundered as he watched Tom through narrowed eyes while everyone watched the scene in disbelief.
"Well, it would certainly be helpful if you were to tell me what you might need." Tom growled through clenched teeth.
"There is a journal that you have. One written by me, it will talk about a certain spell that involves aging you to your correct age. That is what Harry needs." Salazar said as nicely as possible after he had calmed down a bit.
"Then what just happened to him, he was his age a moment ago." Tom said as he grew suspiciously pale- well, even paler than he already was.
"When in danger, the person will revert back to their true age to protect themselves." Harry recited as Salazar nodded his head.
Tom paled further and averted his gaze from Harry. The young boy's eyes widened in disbelief at the action. "Oh, oh no, please tell me you didn't lose it?" Harry moaned in shock.
"What are you talking about, of course I didn't. I merely displaced it." The last part of his statement was uttered quietly.
Again, everyone watched in shocked silence.
"Dis-displaced it?! Are you kidding me?! Why I-!" Salazar was cut off from his ranting when Harry put a silencing spell around the furious Founder.
"It's better to let him rant and rave until he can't do it anymore." Harry said as he frowned and looked like a heart broken child.
