Prince of Death
By: The Potters of the Future
Beta Reader: Winged Seer Wolf
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Reviews
Valentina Alexandra Sparrow
I have no plans for Harry to be sold. As you can see neither of them know for now. One day Poppy will know but as Severus knows enough about healing and potions and demigods to be able to look after him then she does not need to be told. I hope you don't mind the reason that I put in for Poppy not knowing.
Sblck
Good question. Dumbledore will probably still give Harry the invisibility cloak to Harry since he wants to encourage Harry to get involved with Voldemort.
Pleasant Sea Nights
Ah that makes sense and you shall see some of what Voldemort knows in this chapter. But that's only because Dumbledore is a Legimens and Harry is no Occlumens.
serenityselena
Severus is always protective of Harry whether he likes Harry or not.
Laura
He'll be coming soon.
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Chapter 28
Dumbledore's Visit and Voldemort's First Move
Just after dinner when Harry was all but going mad with boredom Albus Dumbledore entered the Hospital Wing. Harry looked up at the tall, thin Headmaster with twinkling blue eyes dressed in hideous yellow robes which in contrast to the clinical white Hospital Wing looked very much like sick. Harry grimaced slightly at the robes before he reminded himself to be polite to be the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Dumbledore smiled kindly at the boy lying on the bed.
'Ah hello, Harry, how have you been since the fall yesterday?' Dumbledore asked kindly.
'Bored,' Harry said honestly.
'Ah ADHD,' chuckled Dumbledore.
Harry glared at him for this wondering if the man took enjoyment out of his torture. Okay Harry knew he was being more of a drama queen than Zeus when he'd had too much nectar at the Winter Solstice. This wasn't torture and Harry knew torture from when he'd snuck into the Fields of Punishment once. What he was a child you tell him not to go somewhere and he wants to go there. After going there once he had felt absolutely no need to return.
'Poppy's just worried,' Albus said realising that Harry did not appreciate him chuckling. 'You had a bad reaction to the Potion for Hypothermia.'
'I had hypothermia?' asked Harry frowning. He didn't get hypothermic!
Albus shook his head judging the boy's reactions, 'it seems you have vampire blood.'
Harry held back a grimace at this, 'vampire blood really?'
'You didn't know?' asked Dumbledore judging the child it was likely he had no idea that James Potter was not his father.
'No, sir,' Harry said innocently. 'Is it on mum or dad's side?' he asked pretending not to know that James Potter was not his father.
'We are not sure,' Albus sighed wishing that Harry knew a bit more.
'Will I be able to watch my friend try out for Quidditch tomorrow?' Harry asked hopefully wanting to change the subject from him and his half human status.
'You will have to ask Madam Pomfrey I am afraid Harry,' Albus said smiling at Harry's devotion to a friend even if it was a Black he just hoped that things wouldn't turn out like they did with the last Black in Gryffindor and the boy's step father.
'She won't let me,' muttered Harry. 'She's a little overprotective of her patients and she hates Quidditch.'
Albus chuckled at this, 'that is true. May I ask where you grew up?' Albus had noticed the lack of English accent.
'New York,' Harry said promptly seeing no reason to lie about that.
'You've got quite an accent,' Dumbledore told him.
'Only in Britain,' Harry muttered.
'Do you get that a lot?' asked Albus.
'Every new person,' muttered Harry. 'They seem surprised that I've spent most my life in New York.'
'That's enough for today, Mr. Potter needs his sleep,' Madam Pomfrey came out and all but chased Dumbledore out of the Hospital Wing.
'Madam Pomfrey can I go and watch the Quidditch tryouts tomorrow?' asked Harry when she came back.
'You'd think that almost being killed would put you off Quidditch,' Madam Pomfrey said darkly.
Harry shook his head, 'I don't want to fly,' Harry protested (he wasn't suicidal), 'but my best friend is trying out and I want to cheer her on,' and get out of this hospital bed.
'No I am afraid that I'd like to keep you in for observation,' Madam Pomfrey said.
'But I'm fine,' Harry complained. 'Not hurt or anything, please,' Harry begged.
'Absolutely not,' Madam Pomfrey said frowning. 'Go to sleep,' she ordered.
'How can you go to sleep when there's been nothing to tire you out?' Harry asked but she was already gone.
Harry sighed and planned for a very restless night which of course it was. The next morning he woke to see Rolanda Hooch her yellow eyes staring at Harry sad and guilty. Harry smiled at her and greeted her kindly. And she profusely apologized for not listening to him. Harry assured her that it was not her fault and he in no way blamed her for what had happened. All in all Harry was very relieved when she decided to leave Harry to it.
Not long after his six friends came to visit him somehow sneaking around Poppy's rule (thanks to Fred and George of course). Hermione had a bag of books and insisted that he make a start on it. So now all his friends were allowed to see him. Fred and George were both in Gryffindor Quidditch robes. Fred, George, and Cat were all carrying broomsticks. Cat was in sports robes meaning that there was a lot of room in the robes to move around.
'Good luck,' Harry grinned at his friend.
'Thanks,' Cat said.
'Wonder what Oliver will be like as captain,' George said.
'Who was last year?' asked Hermione.
'Our brother,' Fred said.
'Charlie,' George expanded.
'Well we hardly thought it was Percy,' laughed Cat.
'Hey I like Percy,' Hermione said.
'He's a self assured, pompous git,' growled Harry.
'Why don't you just forgive him?' asked Neville quietly.
'Harry is prone to holding grudges,' Eve said shaking her head. 'He will never forgive Percy.'
'Well see you,' Harry said.
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A few hours later the six of them were back. Cat was looking very impressed with herself even while she was covered with mud, sweat and rain. Fred and George were wearing the expression of a parent when there only child gets into University. Hermione seemed pleased with Cat if a little wet and not understanding why she was so happy. Neville just seemed happy that his friends were all happy. Harry wondered with all the mud and water how long it would take for them to be kicked out of the Hospital Wing.
'She got in. She got in. She got in,' Fred and George were chanting happily.
'You mean you're the seeker,' grinned Harry, 'congratulations.'
'Thanks, Harry,' Cat grinned.
'She was the one to catch the snitch the quickest,' George said.
'We have to get new uniforms,' Cat said, 'for me.'
Poppy had heard voices and came out to see around Harry's bed were six wet children (three of them looked covered in mud). Mud in her hospital wing! The children here were sick they couldn't be exposed to all those bad pathogens that were sure to be in the mud. And he had been almost dying less than two days ago he couldn't afford to be over stimulated by so many people in one are. There was a reason that she had all these rules in place.
'Out! Out!' she shooed the muddy children out before turning to sterilise the muddy footprints. 'Mud,' she muttered in disgust.
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Meanwhile in another part of the castle a young man was pacing for once with his turban off. With the turban off this revealed a horrible sight. Instead of a normal head of hair or even baldness there was the most gruesome face known to man. The face was somewhere between white and grey giving it a dead quality to it. The eyes were snake like red as blood filled with manic, murderous, fury. The face had no eyebrows, nose or a single hair and wore an expression of unmistakeable bloodlust.
'So all in all the boy's accident,' he hissed making it sound like everything but an accident, 'has meant that Dumbledore has doubled the wards around the students making it harder to go for the boy.'
'Yes, master,' Quirrell sounded quite terrified, 'and he is keeping an eye on the boy and his friends.'
'That will mean nothing when I return,' sneered the high, cold, voice of The Face. 'Argh if only I wasn't so weak then no ward would keep me from killing the child. But be careful around him,' he ordered. 'I doubt he realises what he is yet but he is still dangerous.'
'Yes master,' Quirrell sounded confused.
'We need to kill him before he gets too old for his blood to remain unnoticed,' The Voice hissed.
'His blood, master?' asked Quirrell sounding terrified.
'You dare to question your Lord fool?' questioned The Voice dangerously.
'No master, no,' begged Quirrell.
'I think you do,' hissed The Voice.
Quirnius knew he shouldn't have asked but he always found himself spooked by the eleven year old and his master had seemed somewhat frightened of the child. It's why he wanted the boy dead before he became too much of a threat to him. But how could a mere boy ever challenge the wonderful might and power that was Lord Voldemort. He immediately flinched. No, he should not so much as think the name that would only bring pain.
'And you will suffer for daring to question your Lord,' hissed Voldemort.
Suddenly Quirnius felt an iron hand grip on his mind. He screamed and sank down onto his knees with tears in his eyes. He was so, so stupid. How dare he question the wisdom of the great and mighty Dark Lord who knew magic that he couldn't even dream of? But soon he couldn't think as his master began to twist his mind further and further until he could only wish for the pain to end. Then finally it did. Quirnius was left gasping and crying.
'Get up fool we need to plan,' hissed Voldemort impatiently.
'Yes, master,' Quirnius hurried to do as he was told.
'Your Lord needs time to attend,' the Dark Lord said in a way that made it clear he meant murder, 'to the foul beast. And how are we going do that, fool?' he demanded.
'A d-d-distraction,' stuttered Quirnius.
'That is correct,' hissed the Dark Lord relaxing his servant. 'And exactly how do you propose to do that?'
'I d-d-don't know, my Lord,' whispered the Defence teacher.
'Fool,' hissed Voldemort dosing his servant in even more pain. 'We need a time when the whole school is together,' he hissed. 'And when is that likely to happen.'
'Halloween, my Lord,' stuttered Quirnius.
'Indeed,' hissed the Dark Lord. 'And how do you propose to get the teachers so busy they won't notice your absence.'
'I don't know, my Lord,' flinched Quirnius as he was tortured again.
'We give them something to fight,' hissed the Dark Lord. 'Light wizards always panic when they are given an enemy. Any suggestions?'
'A troll,' Quirnius liked trolls.
'That idea has merit,' sounding disappointed that Quirrell had gotten the question right and could forgo any more torture. 'But for now we are going hunting.'
'Yes, my lord,' Quirnius didn't seem happy about this.
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I have always thought that it was odd that Voldemort took the prophecy at its word when he was intelligent enough to realise that prophecies are tricky and don't always come true. So I put it in this story that he knew the prophecy but was going to wait and see what happened until he found out from his spy who worked in the Department of Mysteries that Lily had been spending a lot of time with Hades. Voldemort had realised whose father his enemy was so didn't want someone with Harry's power who had been prophesised to defeat him around. Hope that explanation makes sense.
What will he do when he realises that Harry already knows and has been heavily trained?
What will Harry do about the troll?
Anyone have any names for "Fluffy" since I don't think it will be its real name. Please include meanings.
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Chapter 29: The Dangers of Teacher Stalking
Harry notices Quirrell sneaking off after the announcement that there is a troll in the dungeons and comes across Fluffy.
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Please continue to read and review as it lets me have more ideas for future chapters.
- The Potters of the Future and her Seeing Wolf
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