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'Think'

Chapter 37

Why You Leave Imps Alone

Voldemort smirked as the trio entered his study. Their power was finally his… He thought this day would never come… Dante and Potter suddenly exchanged small smirks that worried him as little Serenity stared at the two with confusion. "You two are up to something," she stated as Dante placed the two of them down. He had no idea why his son insisted on carrying the girl around.

"We're not up to anything," they innocently replied as one. Voldemort mused that he was actually starting to get used to their twin-like antics. Good Merlin, he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Voldemort snapped his fingers as three sets of eyes looked up involuntarily. Just another perk of Imperio Metal, for him anyways, all he has to do is snap his fingers, and they will immediately make eye contact and close their mouths.

"I am thinking of marking you three earlier or at least placing one of the two you will eventually have: The normal one all my followers have except wrapped around your right arms so people are less likely to find out when I trust you enough to leave the manor without supervision; the other will go above the band of Imperio Metal on your right wrist. I don't care what it is for it will be used so you three can contact each other and I can contact just you three and not all of my followers. In fact… hold out your wrists. I just had a brilliant idea…"

Voldemort just raised a thin eyebrow at them as all three of them held out their left wrist. "You're just trying to annoy me, aren't you?" he calmly asked.

"Yes."

"Yup."

"Pretty much, yeah."

Voldemort rolled his eyes at the smirking teens as he ordered, "Hold out your right wrists."

"You could've just said something, sir," Potter cheekily stated as he held his right wrist out as the silver bracelet shined off of his slightly tanned wrist.

Harry gave a small flinch as Voldemort gave him a look while grabbing his wrist and muttering something. Harry mouth formed a small pout when he saw that Voldemort had branded the word, "Imp," on his wrist. Danny's wrist said the same thing, but Serenity's wrist now bared the word "Pixie," for all to see.

Serenity made a face at it as Harry knew exactly what she was going to say.

"I am not a pixie, I am a vixie. Get it right." She cringed and gripped her wrist suddenly as Voldemort smirked. "Really now, do you really think I will stand for disrespect?" Voldemort drawled.

"Sorry, sir…" she whispered weakly as Danny rubbed her back with a glare at his father. A jolt of pain hit him too as Danny quickly turned away.

"Good girl," Voldemort arrogantly said. It seemed they knew that they had no choice…

'Let's see, they seem to be perfectly cooperating, just still cracking those nasty comments they're so found of… I can deal with that for now as long as it's not to me or over little things. I'll deal with the fact that they all held out their other wrist, but I won't stand for disrespect. Respectful cheek, that has to be an oxymoron,' Voldemort thought.

"Sir…?" Harry asked as he snapped his fingers in front of the Dark Lord's face. He like… dazed out or something. Danny raised an eyebrow as he clapped his hands. That got him out of wherever his mind was. "Father, you space out a lot," Danny stated as Serenity rolled her eyes and shivered.

It probably didn't help that her stomach was almost completely exposed and she has no resistance to the cold. Danny wrapped his arms around her so he could share what little heat his half-dead body created. At least he was wearing long sleeves.

"…warm," Serenity muttered as she nestled into his arms in an attempt to steal all of his warmness.

Voldemort seemed to be recovering from spacing out as he blinked a few times. Harry raised an eyebrow and asked with no true concern, "Are you okay, sir?"

"I'm fine, just thinking…"

"Aren't you supposed to be an ingenious Dark Lord, sir?" Harry calmly asked.

Voldemort raised an eyebrow. "…Dumbledore called you that, sir."

"Why am I not surprised…?" he asked himself.

"Because he's a manipulative coot and has an addiction to lemon drops," Danny and Harry stated in perfect harmony.

"What they said. Don't even start."

Danny stuck his tongue out at her as Harry poked her in the arm. Voldemort raised an eyebrow as he mentally berated himself for asking another sarcastic, rhetorical question in front of them. Yes, they knew he was being sarcastic, but the Imperio Metal made it so they couldn't lie to him and that they had to answer any and all questions.

"Stop beating each other up," he sharply ordered.

Danny had come up with one conclusion about their current position at that very moment, 'This sucks.'

'No, really,' Harry sarcastically replied.

"You're dismissed."

"We don't know where we're going, Father," Danny pointed out as he helped Serenity up and grabbed her hand.

Voldemort snapped his fingers and yelled, "Dottie!"

"Master called?" Dottie asked as Danny backed away from the house elf. "Get Lucius Malfoy for me."

"Lucy shall be with Master in a jiffy!" she chirped and left the room with a crack.

Voldemort looked up to see his son looking rather scared. "Are you okay, son?"

"Not really…"

Potter cut in and explained, "He's scared, well terrified, of house elves, bad experience with a freed elf that was distressed. I suggest you don't ask personally, sir…" Voldemort raised a thin eyebrow, but didn't push it farther.

Lucius entered the Dark Lord's study and realized that he was just showing the trio back to their rooms.

"Pay attention this time and you will be given the password to get in, but I'm telling you now that it's different to get out. Are we clear?" Voldemort ordered.

"Yes, sir," Potter and Serenity said.

"Yes, Father."

Voldemort rolled his eyes when the three saluted him with identical, jaunty smirks.

There wasn't much conversation because they had just been bloody ordered to learn the route to the Dark Lord's office, study, something like that and to where they were kept.

"Darkness triumphs," Lucius stated as the door appeared. Harry chose the moment that the door opened to trip over his feet. He might have done it on purpose to make it look like they were thrown in there because he hit Danny who knocked over Serenity who fell into the room, but knowing him, his clumsiness just kicked in at a good moment. Ginny giggled as they landed in a heap.

"Harry, why did you have to trip?" Serenity demanded as she picked herself off the ground.

"He tripped again?"

Danny scowled at the sheepish wizard before clarifying with, "No, he tripped over his two left feet, knocked me over, and made me knock Ren over."

"How many times have I told you not to call me that, darling?"

"Too many for my brain to comprehend, that's how many."

Harry turned to Ginny with regret in his eyes. "Ginny, do you mind if we talk in private in what I guess is Dan's and mine room for a few minutes. It's a personal, fragile matter."

"Sure… Just don't start playing chess."

Danny raised an eyebrow as Harry made a face at the redhead and Serenity giggled as she still clung to his hand. "Okay then… definitely missing something here."

"You'll get over," Harry stated as Ginny continued to read a book… that was his! "Now I know where my book on seeker strategies went…"

"Sorry?"

Harry rolled his eyes as they entered the bedroom and locked the door. Harry placed a wandless silencing charm on it; he didn't want Ginny to know that he was basically a Death Eater now and a high-ranking one at that.

"I can't believe Mol—Master, damn it—bloody marked us with words implying that we're mischievous. Seriously, us, roguish? Wherever did he get that idea from…?" Harry muttered as he hopped on the still pushed-together beds with a pout.

Danny had already grabbed Serenity and wrapped her in his stronger arms. "…why do you always pin my arms to my sides?" she whined as she tried to wiggle her arms out. "You can't punch me if I accidentally say a rude comment," he innocently replied as he kissed her on the head.

"You do know she can just let her charm loose again, right?" Harry put in as he grabbed a cloak for his still shivering sister. He threw the cloak and it landed on Danny's head. Danny glared at him as he pulled the black cloak off his head and draped it around Serenity's shoulders—momentarily letting the poor girl go.

"Thanks, bro!" she chirped as Danny let her sit next to him. He wrapped an arm around the snug girl.

Danny ruined the moment with the question all three of them were trying to answer: "What are we going to do? We've been ordered to not leave without permission and we have to obey because of the bloody bracelets on our wrists. It is obvious Mother is protecting Father's mind from me a little, but I managed to pry out that he's planning on putting another bracelet on our other wrist so that orders won't be void when we get a certain distance away. He ordered enough to make us ideal little puppets, reliant on him pulling our strings. If we don't manage to flee one way or another before my sixteenth year begins, we're his marionettes forever more…"

You could always tell when Danny was starting to get depressed when he started to speak flowingly and descriptively like a non-rhyming poem. It was a good thing that they were all mentally unstable to the point that they can bounce right back as if nothing happened. It was very rare that someone would see one of them starting to truly break outside of the trio. Ginny was now one of the few to see Serenity starting to unravel. Who knew that being mentally and emotionally unstable could come to one's advantage after all?

Harry and Serenity were quiet when Harry's eyes suddenly had a look that told Danny and Serenity he had an idea, not a very safe idea, but it's still an idea.

"…we can act like we just gave up. Give him reasons to slowly trust us… We seem to be getting more and more privileges and freedoms now that we're pretty much stuck on his side… If he thinks that we are fully converted and on his side, who knows what he'll do. There's a chance that he might be dumb enough to give me my wand. Sure, he probably would order me not to hex you two or use it to escape, but what if I got it and "accidentally" left it out on the table. Hopefully, Ginny would see, grab it, we'll be forced to try to stop her, but we can let her bring us down. I know she knows how to tie someone up because I taught the DA that last year in case they managed to get in a situation that they had to wait for help to arrive with a dangerous individual at hand. Beg for mercy and say we had too and that we had no choice. Frankly, that's the bloody truth. Hopefully, she's smart enough to figure out that we're the victims of Imperio Metal. He said we can't leave on our own, not help someone who "captured" us get out of there and dragging us along. Danny, if you have to, you can manipulate her mind to shrink us and take us along by sticking us in her pocket. Once we're off the grounds, the Imperio Metal will be out of its range and we will be no longer under its influence and we're home free."

"We would have to know the password though," Serenity pointed out.

"Ren, I doubt it would be that hard considering that the one to get in is "Darkness triumphs"," Danny pointed out.

"Good point, it'll probably be something about the light falling…"

Harry nervously glanced up though. There was one big concern on his mind that could make them happy, but doom the Magical World. "…there seems to be one, not-so-little problem though. The Dark's views are basically identical to the ones we hold dear… While pretending to have fallen into the Dark, I fear that we easily could… Voldemort knows us too well. He can promise us what we want and have it granted as long as we loyally serve him. The biggest problems with the Dark I had were either not true or something Voldemort doesn't expect of us. I don't know about you, but I never wanted to lead the Nundus. We were bloody pushed into it because it was our idea and we were and still are the only original members with training. Have you ever felt like the weight of the world has been placed on your shoulders? Voldemort is willing to finally take it off… just like I've always wanted. If I wasn't friends with Ginny and if Voldemort hasn't murdered my parents, I probably would've taken the mark willingly… It's mostly Ginny that's keeping me in the Gray though."

Danny added, "Malfoy is trying to convert her. He fancies her, but he's denying it to himself. God, their acting like Ren and I…"

Serenity whapped him on the arm, "I knew I liked you, I just thought you were too dense because you ignored the billion times I bloody flirted with you before giving up," she snapped.

Danny raised an eyebrow, "I never noticed that… Oh well, you're mine now!" he chirped as he picked the girl up again and wrapped his arms around her small waist. "Guys, now is not the time for this!" Harry snapped.

"Sorry…"

Harry sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. Couldn't Voldemort give them a break already? All three of them have been together for six days and the Dark Lord has already deemed himself their Master and has been relentlessly converting them. …and to think he thought Caos was persistent.

"Harry, we're going to have to go with your idea I can't think of anything else… I am very grateful the orphanage convinced your "family" to let you take Drama Lessons with us," Serenity said.

"So we're going to make Father regret drugging us earlier?" Danny innocently asked.

"What do you mean?" Serenity asked in confusion.

Danny smirked. "We already know how he wants us to act when he drugged us into his ideal versions of ourselves. We know what he wants from us and how he wants us: The perfect heir, advisor, and my right-hand/general…"

Realization dawned on the other two's faces. "You have a point, love," Serenity stated with a smirk.

"And if he catches on?" Harry asked.

"Life would still be easier, but then we also start to annoy him without giving him a reason to punish us. Make it look like he's gradually scaring us into submission and we most likely won't," Danny replied as he threw his arms around his two favorite people in all of existence.

"Darn… Then Operation Annoy Vol-Master is out of the question. Why do I keep correcting myself with "Master" when I try to refer to him as something nastier?"

"I don't know, brother," Serenity calmly said as she leaned into Danny's chest, clutching Harry's cloak around her small body. She made little fuss as Danny picked her up and carried her out of the room. Harry was a little ahead of them because he needed to undo his spells.

Harry threw the door open as Ginny looked up at them with a bit of worry. "Is everything alright?"

Harry looked at her oddly, "Gin, you are aware that you are the only Light individual in this whole manor and that we are all captives of the Dark Lord, right?"

Ginny paled. She had actually forgotten all that Harry has done that must have earned him many life sentences or even the Dementor's kiss.

Serenity looked at her with a bit of pity. "I think she forgotten that we're those weird teenagers that thought it would be a good idea to start a Revolution gang out of our small gang of street rats, orphans, and abandoned children that expanded and blah, blah, blah. Bleh, and the wizards think what was reported was bad…"

"At least we're not the power-hungry overlord from another dimension that thought it's a good idea to train twelve-year-olds in assassination skills…" Danny replied cheekily.

"Well, you have to remember that we were the youngest ones there," Harry calmly said.

"Yeah, but how many fifteen/sixteen-year-old's can claim to be able to wield a dagger, sword, arrows, guns, staffs, and not to mention all those lovely spells since they were twelve?" Serenity asked jokingly.

"On the other side of the side, shouldn't we be concerned that we were trained to not be concerned by the fact we weren't even teenagers yet when we first assassinated someone?" Harry lightly asked as Ginny paled.

"Bleh, we're bloody trained assassins, what do you expect?" Danny replied.

"Anything but the ordinary, that's what," Serenity stated and ended the odd discussion. "Well, mages were known for having different views on society and life because guess what? We're literally immortal in the Energy Realm unless murdered!" Danny stated. So much for the end of discussion…

"That place was kind of weird… It was like being on a permanent caffeine high without having to go piss every thirty minutes," Harry said.

Ginny got out of her stupor at that statement, "Harry, you have such a way with words."

The mages stared at the lone witch before exchanging looks and bursting out in loud laughter. They were supporting each other so they wouldn't fall down, again.

Luella Zabini entered the Prince's room to see him and his little friends laughing as the Weasley girl who knew too much rolled her eyes at them. The gorgeous, Italian witch cleared her throat out as the trio stopped laughing and their heads swung around to meet her eyes.

"The Dark Lord and Lady require your presence," she said in her trademark sultry drawl. The lean teenagers rolled their eyes in perfect harmony and followed her out the door.

"Aren't you the one who's on hubby number seven?" the Prince's veela curiously asked as the Prince gripped her small hand and pulled her close.

"Hubby?" she calmly asked.

"Husband."

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Curious."

The Prince smirked and stated, "You should be glad that you're not a cat then, darling."

"Yes, yes, curiosity killed the cat and yadda, yadda, yadda. That means Harry has to be careful."

Potter made a face at the veela before calmly stating, "Sis, I'm a lion animagus, not a kitty."

"Didn't cats evolve from lions and other felines?" the Prince wryly replied.

"Do you even know what a feline is, dearie?" the veela asked with her thin, elegant eyebrow raised. "Yes, it's the family that lions, cats, cheetahs, etcetera belong to, so there!" Potter and the veela sarcastically clapped as the Prince lightly whacked both of the shorter teenagers in the back of their heads.

"Ow," Potter said as he rubbed his head gingerly. "You deserved it."

Luella hid an amused smile as the veela turned to the Prince with big eyes. He rolled his and scooped the small girl up in his arms. The veela hugged his neck and leaned against his toned chest that Luella could clearly see because the first couple of buttons of his dark silver, almost black shirt were undone.

"Sis, you're not giving me the cloak back, are you?"

"Not anytime soon."

Luella was starting to wish that her slightly rebellious son was more like the Prince. He may not be the smartest or most obedient, but he had a loyal friend, the perfect-looking significant other with brains, charisma when needed, power, and potential that was ideal. Her Lord's heir was even physically flawless except for a couple of burn scars on his chest. She had a pretty good idea where they were from too.

She knew that her Lord had already used the gifts from her family and its close allies within the Dark Lord's forces when she saw the bands right in front of her; she was walking behind the trio.

"Turn right," she calmly said. "You have no idea where we're going, do you?" she calmly added.

"Nope… I assumed we were going to Father's office or study; I'm not sure what it was to be honest."

"That is basically the same thing, mate."

"Excuse me for dropping out at twelve."

"It's not my fault you either had to run or be sent to Brutus's."

"I didn't say it was."

"I know."

"So?"

"Will you two stop already?"

"No."

"Why am I friends with you two morons again?"

"Because we're so lovable and adorable," the Prince and Potter said simultaneously and put their heads together with their vivid eyes widened and innocent.

"No, that's why you're my boyfriend, dearie."

"Oh… Hey!" the Prince said.

"Hay is for horses."

Luella cut in as she rolled her eyes with, "This door, my Prince. The Dark Lord and Lady are waiting."

"'Kay. Can I put you down now?"

"Okay…"

The veela's small feet touched the ground as she grabbed the Prince's hand and pecked him on the lips quickly before entering the library.

Harry and Danny exchanged looks as Serenity stared at all the books with wide eyes. "Bookworm!" they both discretely said through a cough. Serenity glared at them as her glasses slid down her nose. "You look like Hogwart's librarian," Harry stated as Voldemort raised an eyebrow.

The Dark Lord snapped his fingers as their heads were forced to turn and make eye contact. "Sit on the couch in front of us," he instructed. Harry realized that he was going to have to get used to the feeling of his body moving without his consent as his legs moved towards the couch. Danny snatched Serenity's hand half-way there.

Serenity squeezed herself between Danny and Harry as Harry scooted over to make room for her. "You could have just said something, sissy," he serenely said as Serenity stuck her tongue out at him. Harry would never get over the fact that one of the most rowdy people he knows name literally means calmness… At least Danny's first name suits him after all.

Serenity innocently leaned her head against his shoulder and looked up as she clung to Danny. She had a very flexible back by the way she was leaning backwards. "How can you do that?" Danny asked as he pulled Serenity up.

"You take eight years of gymnastics, seven years of ballet, and two years of yoga and you will find that you get very flexible," Serenity drawled as Danny picked her up and plopped her on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he gripped her waist again.

Voldemort snapped his fingers again as the couple immediately stopped bugging each other.

"Stay quiet," he ordered as they lost control of being able to move their mouths.

Serenity started to play the part of being frightened into obedience as she fearfully, yet subtly, gripped Danny as he defiantly glared at his father. He somewhat flinched when a small jolt of pain came from his wrist and the Imperio Metal briefly glowed red. He didn't stop glaring until the pain kept increasing to the point it was almost unbearable. Danny closed his eyes and stopped glaring with a small hiss.

Voldemort noticed the brief flash of fear in Serenity's body language as she clung to his son for what seemed to be protection. Dante glared at him fiercely, so Voldemort made the band of Imperio Metal start to uncomfortably heat up. The cuff was glowing brightly by the time the vampire stopped and looked down when the pain seemed to be too much by the small hiss he heard.

Potter seemed to be wary, but not showing fear or defiance like his comrades. The middle of the two extremes the Dark Lord was starting to see in the other two… The savior wasn't scared or insolent; Voldemort couldn't tell what the boy was feeling because he face was completely neutral and void of all expressions. If Voldemort hasn't been observing the boy since the middle of last year, he would've been unnerved. It was no wonder really that no one has caught on to what he was truly up to by how well the boy hid his emotions. Plus, the Light was so pathetic that they couldn't find a spy that has been there the whole time.

"Will you behave and listen now?" he asked.

"Yes sir…" Serenity weakly muttered in a how-could-this-be-happening-to-me tone. "Yes, sir," Potter said in a cool, impassive tone that many of his followers used.

'How did he not get into Slytherin again?' Voldemort asked himself before resisting the urge to curse his darling son.

"Keep dreaming, Father," Dante snapped as Potter raised an eyebrow at the rebellious vampire.

Dawn seemed equally as angry by the way she snarled with her fangs extended, "What did you say, young man?" Her eyes flashed red.

"You heard me, Mother," he said in the same tone as his eyes flashed a dark, almost demonic red.

If it weren't for the fact that Crucio would probably make the boy lose what little sanity he possessed, he would've been withering on the ground in pain right now.

"Danny," was all he heard when Serenity started to whisper something in the boy's ear. His heir glared at him on final time before backing down for the moment as the veela gently pushed his long bangs out of his face.

He was more than a little shock to see his son's bare chest revealed when the veela moved. The silvery black shirt accented the whiteness of his skin. It was like the boy was surrounded by a slight silver glow. His vivid eyes were the only thing that wasn't black or white. Black pants, black hair, and the mainly black shirt got rid of what little skin pigment he had.

"Is there a reason that your skin has such an odd tint?" he asked smoothly.

"Perk of being a shadow mage and my hair is supposedly going to start turning dark silver soon. Yay, I get to gray at sixteen," the boy snapped and oddly whined as he absentmindedly pushed his bangs out of his face to reveal his ears that now had a much more prominent tip than they did on Halloween when the Dark Lord first noticed. It seemed that being a mage affected their appearance because he noticed yesterday that Dante's eyes were starting to gain a silver tint that really showed itself right now.

It was odd though, Potter's face just seemed a little sharper and his ears were definitely pointed, but that was the only hints that foretold of him being a mage. Voldemort read that mages are normally half to a fifth elf on average and it varies from person to person. Dante must have more elfin blood than Potter; Serenity was too young to tell yet and females normally mature slower magically.

'Maybe that's why she has odd coloring for a veela. Every other veela I've seen is paler and of course has those bright blue eyes.' Her eyes were definitely bright; Voldemort could see the hidden intelligence hidden in her brown orbs. Well, he wasn't sure how to exactly describe her odd eye-color for he has never seen someone with eyes that color before. The first word that came to mind was honey oddly enough.

She tilted her head in a way that told him that she knew that he was watching her.

"Sir, why are you staring at my face?" she asked quietly as Dante looked a little disturbed. Voldemort did not want to know what obviously nasty inferences his "sweet" son came up with.

"I've just never seen someone with your eye color before…"

She shrugged her petite shoulders as Potter nudged Dante with his elbow.

'Danny, your little theories are nasty and probably wrong. I doubt Voldemort was checking out your fifteen-year-old girlfriend in front of his wife.'

'Maybe-,' Harry elbowed Danny for that comment. He shot his friend a look that clearly told everyone that he had just been scarred for life. Serenity gave her brother an odd look as Danny rubbed where he was just elbowed.

"If I haven't known you two for almost eleven years, I would have been dumb enough to ask what is going on and unwittingly psychologically scar myself for life."

"What does unwebbingly and psy-psy—those two big words you just said mean?"

"She would have scarred herself mentally by accident," the Dark Lord calmly explained.

"Thank you, Father," Danny grudgingly muttered. "Why do you always use big words in front of me when you know they confuse me, Renny?" Danny asked with a bit of a whine.

"Accident, they just slip sometimes. Danny, if I talk so you always understand what I'm saying, I would austerely diminish my intellectual prowess …oops."

Danny blinked twice at the last five words before the "oops". "What…?"

Harry sighed and explained, "She would make herself dumber."

"Why didn't she say that?"

"Danny, Serenity and I are practically walking thesauruses. You'll just have to deal or carry a dictionary around with you. I hear they make pocket ones now."

"But I don't even have a clue how to spell those words, so how am I supposed to look them up? I don't even know how to use a dictionary!"

"That is really pathetic," Serenity stated as Danny made a face at her. He gripped her tightly and forced her arms to her side again. It was a little obvious that he was probably going to do that whenever she annoyed him now…

Voldemort hissed a few not-so-nice words under his breath as he firmly cuffed both of them. If it worked for Potter, it would work for him.

"Sir, I must say I agree with you on some of that, but I think you may have just scarred what little innocence I had left."

"What innocence?" Danny innocently asked as Serenity rubbed her head with a pout. Harry glared at him and cuffed Danny even harder. "Ow… You always do it so hard…"

Harry gave him the look and made the vampire shut up to the Dark Lord's amazement. Danny and Serenity were both sulking by now; the Dark Lady gave a small laugh at it all as Harry sighed exasperatedly and rolled his green orbs.

"Why do I still put up with you two?"

"You're desperate because the wizards pay more attention to the almighty Boy-Who-Lived and his awe-inspiring lightning bolt pockmark that they are all, like, indebted to and stuff!" Serenity randomly chirped before poking Danny's chest and leaning on it. "…and people say I'm weird." Serenity glared up at him before whacking his cheek and gripping his neck. Do I need to verify who "he" is? I'll give you a hint: It's not Voldemort.

Harry cuffed them both again. "What is this? Hit on Danny and Serenity day?" Danny snapped. "I think you added an extra word, mate, because nobody is hitting on you. And you two are getting on my nerves!"

"What else is new?"

"Be quiet!" Voldemort finally shouted.

He pointed his wands at the suddenly innocent-looking teens. Appearances definitely were deceiving when it came to these three… He sent three hexing stings that they obviously ducked. "Stay still," he grounded out as he sent slightly more powerful ones at them. Three flinches later, Voldemort got some of his anger out.

"Now that I finally got your attention, we need to discuss your training. I need to know what you can do and what you still need to learn. I have one of my Inner Circle members that is willing to duel you with just your mage skills on the condition you don't kill him."

He gave them a look when their faces turned innocent in a "Who, us?" fashion. "You can drop the innocent act. I've seen enough to know you three are about as far from innocent as humanely possible."

Voldemort mentally asked what he did to deserve the prophesized ones to be so immature when they stuck their tongues out at him. He sent a small glare at Dawn as her shoulders started to shake in laughter; he felt her going through his mind. One of the few disadvantages of being a powerful vampire's mate had to be that he had to deal with the fact that they seem unaffected that people don't want or like others going through their heads.

When he first met Dawn, she was—and still is—a few years older than him after he got hit by a de-aging spell that cut his age in half but he maintained his mind and power. Voldemort was twenty-five at the time and used to been fifty. He was walking in some Dark forest—he couldn't remember where because it is long gone—and they literally ran into each other.

Dawn immediately realized that he was a Dark Lord because she could sense the dark magic on him. Tom didn't particularly care for her at first; she was a little too eccentric and energetic for his taste. There were two itsy-bitsy problems though: She had fallen head-over-heels and he was her bloody mate. Vampires still have mates and honor the bond because every vampire has only one other person who can they can have children with.

Voldemort had no choice but to take her with him. He knew that mates that refused the vampire were often kept as pets until feelings were returned. Frankly, he was also a twenty-five-year-old man with an elegant, influential vampire pining over him. Was he really going to say no to her?

The only time he ever regretted it was while she was pregnant with the glaring boy that really took after her—Dante was definitely her child. Those nine months were terrifying and he still shuddered at all the horrid things she threatened to do to him during labor. Tom didn't even want to know where she got those ideas.

He was thrilled to see a boy because they made a deal that if it was a girl, she would give the first name and he would do the middle and if it was a boy he got to give him his first name and she did the middle. Okay, maybe he was a little intoxicated at the time from the stress, but he had no idea why everyone thought Disaster was such an odd name! Dante was such a common name for vampires and no one bugged her about it…

His head jerked as Potter snapped his fingers in front of his face a few times. Dawn was staring at him and was waving her hand in front of his face.

"Are you okay, dear?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm fine, Dawn."

"You seemed to be thinking so hard though!"

Voldemort gave her a look as the trio started to silently laugh.

"Dawn…"

"What? And I am not eccentric, love. You are aware that I know exactly what you were thinking right? And why were you drunk when I was in labor? I was the one doing all the work and going through the pain, not you! No wonder you named him Disaster!"

Dante's face seemed triumphant at that.

'Ha! I knew he was high!'

'Shut up, Danny.'

'I'm not talking.'

Danny was staring as his parents continued to bicker. Voldemort was human and was actually acting like it.

Serenity raised an eyebrow as she clambered off Danny's lap and let the vampire wrap an arm around her. 'Weird…' she thought as the Dark Lord and Lady continued to argue over who knows what until the Dark Lady stood up and stormed out of the room.

The Dark Lord sighed and got up. "Stay here, read for all I care. Just don't leave this room. You can talk now."

He left the room in the direction the Dark Lady left in a hasty pace.

"…that was weird," Harry concluded as he stood up and started to examine the books with Serenity as Danny made a face. Serenity saw a book that looked interesting and skipped over to Danny so the tallest teen could grab it for her.

"Danny, can you get a book down for me?" she sweetly asked as she tugged on his hand to make him get up. The vampire rolled his eyes but allowed her to lead him to one of the large bookcases. There was a ladder not that far from where she dragged him. "Why didn't you use the ladder?" he asked.

"You know I don't like heights!"

"How high up is it?" Danny asked. Serenity pointed to a slender book a little above his head. Danny rolled his eyes and easily pulled it down and handed the book to the small veela. "Thanks!" she chirped as she dragged him to a chair, pushed him into it, sat on him, and started to read the book. Danny put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

Harry snorted at them as he found one of his books. He knew it was his because it said Property of Harry Potter inside. Harry scowled and plucked his book down from the shelf. Well, that explained where his book on the Dark Arts that was written in parseltongue went…

He sat in a chair by where Serenity was trying to wake Danny up. He had fallen asleep when she was in his lap. Harry rolled his eyes because he knew that Serenity liked it when Danny annoyed her and hugged; she didn't like it when he falls asleep with her on him. Serenity made a face and grabbed his pale arms as Danny started to softly snore; Serenity put his limp hands around her waist and continued reading.

Harry looked up from his book when Serenity threw the cloak he let her wear at his head. "What?"

"Nothing, it's warmer in here though and I can use Dan as a blanket because he's asleep, so I don't need it anymore. Thanks though!"

"Anytime."

Serenity squealed when Danny suddenly grabbed her and rolled over with her firmly in his arms. Harry sniggered as Danny moved the girl while still asleep. Serenity made a face and poked him in an attempt to wake him up. "What…?" he muttered.

"If you're going to sleep and use me as a teddy bear, at least move to the bloody couch. You were about to squish me!" Danny missed the sarcasm in the first comment by the way he shrugged, picked her up, laid down on the couch with her in his arms, and fell back asleep after pecking the girl on the head.

Serenity groaned but opened up the book again and continued to read as Danny rolled over so he was the one on the edge now. Harry rolled his eyes at it all.

Dawn smirked as she led Tom on a wild goose chase around the manor. He was looking on the grounds currently, but she was entering the library. Her son was sleeping on the couch, Potter was reading, and Serenity disappeared. Oh wait, her son must have fallen asleep while holding her and had been moving her around it seemed by the way Dante rolled over with a slightly annoyed veela in his arms that was trying to read.

The two teenagers that were awake looked up at her as she opened the window and laughed when she saw her poor, confused Tom trying to figure out where she got to. She pulled a stone from her pocket and chucked it at his head and hit him right on the head.

He looked up as she waved at him with a mocking smirk. Dawn laughed as Tom glared at her and appeared in the library with a crack. "Why did you do that?" he asked. There was a small bump forming on the back of his head that would need to be healed.

"I felt like it," was her nonchalant answer as a few snickers were heard behind her.