AN: Just some one-shots that didn't make it into the final draft. Enjoy!
The boy ran through the elegantly decorated limestone hallways covered with wizarding portraits and picturesque landscapes. He threw a look behind him and saw that his pursuers hadn't caught up with him. Yet. He pushed his body as fast as it would allow him to go and rounded a corner, the large ornate doors swimming into view. He lunged at them and threw the doors open, closing them the second he was through the threshold and leaned against the door letting out a breath of relief. He'd escaped them.
"Do I even want to know?" a sarcastic voice drawled from his left. He turned towards the owner of the voice, sitting at his desk going over plans and blueprints with various scrolls and quills scattered about. The boy straightened up and walked over to the jade-green velvet couch and dropped on it with an exacerbated sigh.
The scarlet eyed man let out an amused smirk at the teenagers' behaviour.
"I swear to Merlin, those two worry more than anyone I've ever met!" The emerald-eyed 14-year-old exclaimed, taking off his black mask and tossing it to his side.
"Really? Because from what I hear you decided to act like a foolish Gryffindor and jump off of a Thestral 50 feet above the ground." Voldemort said in a mocking tone.
"It was not 50 feet. It was 30." Harry grumbled, "And I'm trying to perfect landing from a tall height without debilitating injury, as you yourself instructed I learned how to do." he added with a cheeky grin.
Voldemort did, in fact, instruct him to learn this skill in case he may need it while on assignments, but he didn't expect the boy to jump from a Thestral 30 feet in the air!
"And?" Voldemort inquired without looking up from his parchment.
"A couple of minor cuts and a sprained ankle," Harry replied with a smug look. Voldemort raised an eyebrow at him and covertly snaked a hand into his robes, abruptly bringing it out again and letting a small dagger fly straight towards Harry.
The teenager reacted purely on instinct and threw his hand up, catching the blade between his thumb and forefinger only a few inches from his face.
"I think you're starting to lose your touch in your old age. I saw that coming from a mile away." He said with a smirk. Harry hissed in pain as something sharp grazed his shin leaving a wide gash. He glared down at the secondary dagger stained by some of his blood on the white marble floor.
"And you are too cocky. Always expect the unexpected; you let your guard down and fell for the obvious attack, leaving me an opening," Voldemort scolded. Harry banished the bloody dagger with a wave of his wand and said a quick "Episkey" to heal the wound.
Harry was about to respond to his father when a sharp knock sounded twice on the large oak doors. Voldemort waved his hand to allow entry, knowing already who it was, as that knock was customary to his right-hand woman. Harry cast a Disillusionment charm and vaulted over the back of the sofa he was residing on, moving to the shadows against the wall holding the door. Voldemort smirked at his son's reaction. This should be interesting. Bellatrix Lestrange crossed the threshold and went directly to her master, not noticing the disillusioned person behind her as she entered.
She bowed low to Voldemort, "Master, my apologies for intruding, but have you seen Harry? He has a lesson before he leaves on assignm-" her query was cut off as Harry wordlessly cast an Accio Bella's wand and came up behind her, pulled her off her feet and pinned her to the ground holding her arms down with his knee in one swift move, making it impossible for her to escape, and pressed his Holly wand against her neck.
"Do you yield?" He asked with a pompous look on his face and a humorous look in his eyes. Bella squirmed under him but was unable to liberate herself from the boys' grasp as -even though he was only just 14- he was a good 4 inches taller than her, without her heels on of course. She sent him a mock glare. In their last lesson, she started by pouncing on him the second he walked through the door to his training grounds and lectured him on always being prepared for an attack no matter the location or circumstances and had been mocking him for letting her get the drop on him for the past week.
"Well done Harry. I must say Bella your a little off your game, are you feeling alright?" Voldemort mocked. Bella let out an annoyed huff and scowled, but couldn't help the smile that threatened to break on her lips at the proud look on Harry's face.
Harry raised an eyebrow at her. She had yet to answer his question and looked content to sulk there all day.
Bellatrix rolled her eyes. She had to admit he did get the drop on her, something very few have ever managed, and she was begrudgingly impressed.
"Fine. Yes, I yield." She muttered without looking at him. Harry let her up and pulled her to her feet, smirking the entire time. "Now if you're quite done you have a Charms lesson," she checked her watch "Oh look! Right now." She said mimicking his smug look.
"Sorry I was a bit busy running away from two mad women! One little jump and all the sudden the sky is falling." Harry rebutted as he turned and walked towards the drawing-room in the south wing where he did, in fact, have a Charms lesson with Barty Crouch Jr. He slid his mask on and sent a sputtering Bella a wink.
"LITTLE JUMP! LITTLE JUMP! You jumped 40 feet!" Harry could hear her saying as he continued down the hall.