Guardianship
Chapter 11:
Answers?
Harry didn't say a word, silently hoping that by not speaking, it would be the same as not being there, but of course, that was pretty much impossible. There was a silence between them that was finally broken by the Dark Lord, although the question… was awkward to say the least…
"Does it hurt?"
Harry was bewildered by the question and didn't know what to answer.
"I thought I was learning you to answer to me."
Harry now glared at him. "You're not learning me anything."
A smirk fell on Voldemort's face. "You would like to stay here for a few extra days? I'm pleased to hear that."
"I don't know what you're doing," Harry said. "What you're planning, what you're expecting. I don't even know if you even want to see me in pain or not. But it doesn't matter, because I'll find a way to get out of here."
"You're still positive that you'll break out of here, even after you've just seen what happens when you attempt to?" the dark wizard questioned. "Interesting."
"Would you give up if you were captured by the Order and they were telling you that there was no possible way out?" Harry asked.
Voldemort looked amused at the question. "That would never… ever happen."
"I don't know," he said. "After all, being here alive is something that I thought could never, ever happen."
"It seems like you were mistaken then."
Harry raised his eyebrow at this. "Because it is normal to let someone who you wanted dead for years to stay in your house like this."
Voldemort looked him in the eye. "You want answers then don't you? Why I wanted custody… why I killed those foolish Muggles… why I am letting you stay here… why I am not killing you, or at least torturing you, while you've tormented my plans more times then anyone could have, dead or alive?"
Harry stared back. "Would be nice."
"It's a good thing then…" he whispered. "That I am not nice."
There was a small pause. "You're not telling me!?" Harry finally stated.
Voldemort smirked at the bewildered face of the 16-year old. "No, I think not."
Harry sighed. "Fine. Don't tell me. I'll figure it out myself once I'm out of here."
"I wouldn't recommend trying," the Dark Lord said, then reconsidered his words. "No, actually, you should try as much as you want. Because every time I catch you and I will catch you… you'll be staying here for one more month."
Harry wasn't really surprised by the statement. "How generous of you…" he replied with sarcasm. "If you would generously give me my wand back, it would be a lot easier."
"No, I think I'll keep a hold of it. After all, it is more amusing to see you struggle. Now, I think we have talked enough for now." He reached into his sleeve and pulled out his wand, aiming it at Harry, who, for a second, thought he was going to be cursed.
However, the only thing he felt was a tingling feeling in his arm and when he looked at it, he saw the blood and the wounds grew smaller until they were completely gone.
Although he was now healed, he refused to thank him. After all, the real wounds that he had received from him, could never be healed.
From what he could tell though, Voldemort wasn't even expecting him to thank him.
"This time I'll escort you back personally," the elder wizard said, after he had safely put his wand away.
"I thought you wanted me to try and escape," Harry remembered him.
"Once is enough for today, don't you think?" he replied. He walked towards the door, clearly expecting him to follow him. Harry, however, didn't move.
"So you're going to kill his entire family just for that?"
Voldemort abruptly stopped moving. "I have no use for the likes of him."
"So you just decided to wipe them all out?" was what he replied. "Because he made a simple mistake?"
The Dark Lord turned around. "It's not a simple mistake," he replied.
There was a silence when Harry looked at him for a while. "You thought it was me. That's why you were so angry."
Then the door swung open by itself. There was a simple: "Let's go," and Lord Voldemort vanished by turning a corner into the hallway.
Even though he wouldn't take orders from him, it wasn't like Harry wanted to spent another minute, or even second in that room. Being locked into a room all day long sounded more pleasant then that.
So for once, and he intended it to be just once, he obeyed. Without saying one more word he followed him. Death Eaters seemed to back away immediately, quickly getting out of the way.
He rolled up his sleeve, checking the healed wounds on his arm. It was like nothing ever happened. When he noticed Voldemort was looking at him from out the corner of his eye, he simply glared back.
It surprisingly didn't take long. Maybe it was because Bellatrix had been yanking his arm, but the way back seemed a lot shorter. The Death Eaters who had nearly tackled him to the ground were standing in front of the door once again, even if no one was in it.
It was a funny sight when they tried to stand as straight as they could when they saw Lord Voldemort arriving, but were still shaking out of fear at the same time. They immediately opened the door and bowed as deep as they could once when they were close enough.
Completely ignoring them, Voldemort stepped into the room. Harry followed, walking past the two as well. They didn't stop bowing though.
The second he had been distracted while looking at the two Death Eaters, Voldemort had pulled out his wand and aimed it. At first he thought it was aimed to him, until the Dark Lord grabbed his arm and pulled him aside. He had aimed it at the door.
Several spells hit the door without a mere word spoken. The two Death Eaters immediately hurried out of the way for they were still in front of the door.
Flashes of purple, red, blue and yellow hit the door. When he seemed to be done with that he moved to the only window in the room and hit it with, from what Harry could tell, the exact same spells.
"What was that for!?" Harry yelled, when the elder wizard lowered his wand. He already guessed what those spells were. "I didn't escape!"
"And I'm making sure that won't happen," was the answer he received. He turned to his two minions, who trembled in fear. "Check every hour. If he sets one foot out of this room unless I approve it, you'll lose one."
And with that, the most feared wizard left. The Death Eaters pulled themselves together and closed the door, leaving Harry all alone once again.
The 16 year old sighed and didn't even bother to open the window again. That man was absolutely unpredictable. He had placed wards all over the room. Frustrated, Harry sat on the edge of the bed. Great. If it didn't look like one earlier, it sure looked like a prison now.
And he would do anything to break out of it.
"Hey, kid!"
Oh great. Just what he needed. The man on the portrait was back.
When he didn't respond, the man continued. "Heard about what happened… He was really angry you know. He thought it was you and he immediately stormed out of his room."
Harry looked at him. "And how do you know that?"
"Didn't you know?" the man asked. "I have two portraits. One here in this room and the other one in the Dark Lord's chambers."
Harry jumped up in surprise. That couldn't be a coincidence. "So you're basically spying on me?" was what he asked.
"Among keeping you company."
He glared at the portrait. "Just wonderful." He decided to walk around. "Just what I needed. Two guards, a spying portrait. Wards so that I can't get out. Wards outside the room just in case. No wand. And if by some miracle I do get out of here, he has an army of Death Eaters ready. He sure did think everything out, didn't he? He doesn't wants me to try to escape at all! He wants to keep me here until I go insane or anything! Well, you know what, it's working!"
There was a silence while the man on the portrait simply looked at him. It frustrated Harry even more.
"Could you please leave me alone!?" he shouted.
The man shrugged and left to the side of his portrait and then disappeared out of sight.
Harry didn't know how long he would be able to stand all this.
--
Author's Note:
I'm going to tell you guys a few things about me. If you're not interested, well, ignore!
Secret Number one: I love reading and writing stories that make my heart beat faster.
