A/N: Another newly revised chapter! Damn, I'm going through these pretty fast. The first few were painful, but they got better as time went on.

Warnings: So far not much, but I'll put 'em up for the hell of it. Slash, femmeslash, Sirius, and HANDCUFFS!

Disclaimer: I own a Winnie-the-Pooh bag in which I keep my Halloween candy. That's all.


Of the people waiting in the kitchen, Hermione was the first to wake up. There wasn't an enormous amount of people who had stuck around after Sirius had blown up at Dumbledore. (Looking around at the peacefully sleeping Headmaster, she saw that his beard was still singed.) Only those who were living at Headquarters, along with Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall, were still there. After Dumbledore had been doused, and Mrs. Weasley and Professor McGonagall had given Sirius a firm tongue lashing, they had decided to give Harry a chance to cool down, and the other Order members had been dismissed. They had all fallen asleep while waiting for Riddle and Harry to reappear.

Hermione eased herself out from under Ginny, who had been using Hermione as a pillow, and frowned when she saw that the room looked pretty undisturbed. There was no for-sure way to tell, but she didn't think that Harry had come back down. Which meant that he was probably stuck somewhere in the house, with only Riddle as a companion. She had better go find them.

But before she could take so much as a step toward the door, the entire room was jerked awake by angry shouting.

TRHPTRHPTRHP

Harry and Tom were barely five insults in when the door burst open, revealing a heavily breathing godfather, followed almost immediately by a hoard of Weasley's, an interested-looking werewolf, an out-of-breath bookworm, a slightly ruffled Transfiguration Professor, and a disappointed-looking Headmaster. Dumbledore sighed.

"Is there a problem boys?"

They ignored him, both much more content with shouting at each other.

"BOYS!"

Reluctantly, they stopped shouting and turned to face Dumbledore. Harry suddenly realized who had entered, and attempted to make himself as small as possible. But before anyone could say another word, a terrible hissing sound filled the air, and something huge and dusty exploded upwards from the floor.

TRHPTRHPTRHP

Nagini felt dirty. No, Nagini was dirty. Hadn't humans ever heard of cleaning charms? This house was absolutely disgusting. And considering what her master- no, her former master- was using as his headquarters, that was certainly saying something. If it weren't for the fact that she could taste the anger of her snake-children on the air, she would turn around right now and get out of this awful house, and Kidunka himself wouldn't be able to get her to go back. But, unfortunately, her snake-children were here, and shouting at each other, and about to be cornered by that mad rush of humans. And- yes- there was that damn lemony-goat smell!

Suddenly, the shouting stopped, and a whole different smell filled the air. The one smell that was more repulsive than lemons or goats. It filled Nagini's senses as she tried to block out everything else, focusing only on where her snake-children were. Tom's mate was afraid, cornered, and it was her job to protect him. The fear stuck in her throat, her enhanced senses making it feel like thick grease had covered her forked tongue, suffocating her. Moving swiftly through an open door, she wound her way through a forest of legs.

How dare these idiot humans corner her charge like this? Couldn't they see he felt closed-in? Couldn't they smell his fear of what they were going to do?

She turned quickly, so that she faced the idiot humans, coiled the lower part of her body for balance, and pushed her head upwards. The top portion of her body rocketed up, her mouth open, fangs bared and hissing. She was ready to strike.

TRHPTRHPTRHP

Voldemort swept his red-eyed gaze around the room, not really seeing anyone in it. As a small sparkle of sunlight caught his eye, he frowned. Ignoring the Death Eater who had stopped mid-report, he thought about how randomly he had selected this time for a meeting. A lot of his Death Eaters worked, and it was rather irresponsible of him to choose a time when any one of them could be missed. He reasoned that the fact that his younger self was currently laying the foundations of his plan, along with the ever-eager Potter brat, was probably putting him off form. He frowned deeper, again ignoring the Death Eater who was now sweating and shaking, stewing over what he had done to make his Lord frown. He shouldn't let such a thing shake him up, it was un-Lordly!

With a scowl, he stood up from his chair and made his way towards the door, waving a hand in dismissal to his Death Eaters. He ignored the now relieved-looking Death Eater, and slammed the door behind him, still thinking about Potter and his plan. If everything went accordingly, in the right sequence and at the right times, he would be the victor in this war. No scar-faced brat was going to stop him. All he had to do was make sure everything did go according to plan.

He glided through the halls of his manor, noting absently that Nagini was nowhere to be found. That was good. He had been a little miffed that his familiar would leave him, but after doing some tricky transference spells; the only real thing she had been needed for was taken care of.

Of course, thinking of Nagini's purpose only made him dwell on the dangers of his younger self confiding in Potter. If Potter learned of them… Well, it would not be good. He doubted it was going to happen, because his younger self was just paranoid as he was, but it didn't stop him from worrying. Hmm, he supposed he would just have to prepare for that eventuality, however unlikely. And he knew just how to do it.

He slipped into his private study and walked around, pulling down any books he would need. It would be a tricky deception, but if he caught Potter at the right time, he would be able to do it. He allowed himself a rare smile. Yes, this would work.


A/N: Uh-Oh. Voldie's up to something. -Frowns- Sorry, but I have to go find out what. Review please!