"If you keep her alive" he whispered barely able to keep the shake out of his voice "If you keep my Lily alive...I will serve you loyally and without question. My lord, anything you wish..."
The black haired man fell to his knees, bowing in the most degradable manner possible; like a commoner, with his head touching the dirt covered floor. Harry Heard Lord Voldermort chuckle amused, he had never known a pureblood lose his pride like this and it was all for a girl.
"My Severus; such a cheap price for such a generous off." He said smiling, almost look angelic for a second it was so tender. The calculating glint in his eyes though destroyed everything though. "you can have her; she's doesn't have to die. She's worthless either way"
Severus looked up and though he said nothing you could see in his eyes that the man knew better; he knew the worth of the woman was worth more than his freedom and far more.
Harry woke up cover in sweat, unsure of what he had just dreamed. He usually had nightmares but that had looked oddly like a vision; he wasn't a seer though. He couldn't possibly be, he had never had visions before; but it seemed so realistic and matched up so well with the facts of today it was unreal.
Getting up he threw on a jumper; he needed to walk around, just do something to distract himself. Looking at the clock quickly he grimaced , he only managed to get half hour sleep; that was bad even by his standards.
"Azumi darling" he whispered over to his cat who was laid out casually in front of fire, clearly glad to have a roof over her head that wasn't leaking from bad plumbing.
Soon after Harry was brought to the manor so was his cat; it was only to be expected. Lord Voldermort knew how much the feline meant to him and Azumi was a perfect way to manipulate and blackmail him; the cat was simply another way for the Voldermort to threaten him into submission, and probably the most effective way too.
Azumi purred strolling over and Harry picked the cat cuddling it up against him like a kid holding a favourite toy. Azumi was his little baby, his only friend, and they had survived and endured so much together that he knew he wouldn't have been able to cope with on his own.
Walking down the hallway he relaxed slightly at the feel of cold, rough stone under his feet; he hated wearing those tight, humid shoes the other humans seemed so fond of. They were so unnecessary; so where most clothes really, in Harry's opinion all you need where shorts, a shirt and a good coat. Everything else took far too long to put on, they hindered his movements and they itched horribly on him. Especially those stupid, long, tight cotton trousers, he hated those more than anything.
"hey Kitty," Harry whispered softly to his cat "how about we go on a hunt, hmm?"
His cat looked up tired with an old expression on its face that clearly said he was too old for Harry mischief and games. Harry gave a guilty looking grin but continued to walk down the corridor; he already had a new scheme in mind to torture his fellow purebloods with.
He smiled viscously; all teeth and chill like a Cheshire cat. Snape was going to be his next victim, and just like before Lilly would be the catalyst.
It was not going to be as good as the original plan whereby he had planned to drug Black with a lust potion so he would assault the muggle (who was a well known muggle lover and no one would suspect him to be magically influenced), but it was a good plan never the less and the outcome would still be catastrophic.
This time he planned to make Lily fall in love with Draco, with the aid of a few potions of course. He wasn't going to bother trying to make Draco love her back, Malfoy's didn't love mudbloods as they were brought up to literally be repulsed by them and that was the end of it, if he started to show an interest everyone would scan him for magical influence and Harry's plan would fail. Lily wouldn't though, no one ever screened mudbloods, it just didn't happen.
No Lily would fall in love with Draco, to the point whereby Severus would get insanely jealous . Whatever the outcome Severus would most likely become heartbroken and behave illogically. He would become distracted, on edge and bad tempered and start distancing himself from others and possibly even cause them harm. Hopefull Lily would get as far as assaulting the young Malfoy at which point she would almost certainly be locked up.
Even in the best cases Severus would end feeling seriously rejected and heartbroken; Harry could see the hopeful look in his eyes, he was still waiting for the girl to change her mind about and say she loved him back just as much as he loved her. He chasing another man would be a huge blow to the man and a rather harsh rejection of him .
Either way; he would end up lonely, sad and possibly suicidal, either way Harry didn't care. As long as Severus never works out what happening, everything should work out with disastrous consequences.
Voldermort would suffer a huge loss without such a key player functioning properly because of love sickness .
"Let's find ... Lily!" Harry whispered. "yes Severus was the next victim to knock down before we went walkabout so let's just continue where we finished off .I bet she's in the manor library, she's even more of a book nerd than I am and that saying something."
Harry walked down the corridors finding his way round by calling the house elves to guide him; normally he'd simply ask the portrait for thing like this but they were very snobbish and leery. He didn't like wearing shoes or long trousers and that was the end of it. Stupid, itchy things and he didn't like the way that kept telling him to dress more appropriately, "like a pureblood", he wasn't one of them.
Slowly reaching the library he smirked as he saw a light was on. He knew he was right; Lily was allowed to use the library because it appeased Severus notoriously bad temper somewhat and made him work harder. All the pureblood complained about it, especially Because Lily never left the library alone. Books to Lily was like chocolate to a child; and instead of that cheap chocolate, this was like the best chocolate in the world.
Harry walked in observing her carefully as Lily sipped a glass of water then instantly placed a top over it; she was clearly already cautions of people trying to give her potions. And not any potions; potions such as love potions, fertility potions, mood adjuster and aphrodisiacs were only really successful if drunk. Had living with Severus made her paranoid?
Wands never achieved the same result, if any result at all. No she would have to ingest the stuff and Harry was really starting to wonder how he was going to get to drink it. He could hardly force it down her thought and erase her memories, Severus would notice the small side effect of the spell; dizziness, expanded pupils and a confused appearance.
Harry scrunched his face up into one of irritation; he would have to get her to trust him, he would have to talk to her. That was dangerous, her strange behaviour might lead back to him. Then clicked, he could make her swear an blood oath
Blood Oaths required, no spell casting or anything and worked on very unusual ancient magic. Squibs could even do them, if there was magic in your blood that was all you needed whether you could actually perform magic or not. Even the maizu collar couldn't detect magic like this, it was to primal.
"Hello" Harry whispered , pretending to act all shy and awkward "I- I always see you reading. It's nice to see people appreciate magic...the other's ...they don't."
The thing was that it was true, her admired he thirst for knowledge and her interellect and so when he said it authenticity was clear in his voice and she smiled. It made it seem like that was why he was talking to her, it seemed so innocent and believable.
"I lived with your kind so long now, I don't like it here anymore. It so violent, and I came to like your people, I never really thought they were that bad to begin with really." Harry whispered, hoping to gain her trust. She was sympathetic and understanding, it was all over her face; she thought they were the same, that he was stuck in a bad place too. She was already starting to trust him. Harry pointed at his collar, knowing just what to say "They don't like it that I disappeared, I was just curios you know...unlike them; they think I'm a traitor so now I'm all locked up. "
"I know." she responded; Harry smiled, of course she knew about his traitorous behaviour, everyone knew. Though it wasn't because he sympathised with muggles as he was twisting it; he wasn't a traitor because they thought he didn't want to hurt muggle but because they were just angry he dared to leave. But the best lies had a hint of the truth in them.
"Umm. You wont tell on me will you, for talking to" he said, eyes widening and voice weak, as if he was fearful. "they'll- Voldermort is just waiting for an excuse to punish me.."
"Of course not" she responded calmly smiling like an angel, eyes radiating kindness; Harry's breath hitched at the beautiful image. There was no ill intention, no under hand motives or lust or want; that smile was so pure and warm it was something Harry could only barely understand even if could recognise it. It was a selfless love.
"will you take a blood oath?" He suddenly shot out remembering what he was after "then we can meet more often and I won't be so scared. I want to see you again!"
"Sure" responded clearly just happy to have someone to talk to "I'd love to."
Hi guy I haven't forgotten you! Just been too busy to write. It unfortunately "That time in a person's life" where you have to juggle college, work, charity, socialising and aprenterships all at the same to the perfect CV. Lol...I hate college, I'm amazed I have time to breath.
Anyway guys hope you enjoyed the chapter!