Harry Potter and the Soul Shifter
By: Alex Lyons3
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and everything in the wonderful world of Hogwarts. Disney owns Brooklyn, the gargoyle. I own Jessica "Jess" Cotten.
Author's Note: Originally, I started on a story about Harry's sixth year before J.K.R. released OotP. Sadly, when Sirius died, so to did my ability to write that fan fiction. So, I've salvaged some characters and added some cross over points and re did the whole thing. I really didn't expect Sirius to die. Truthfully, I should have. Just for the record, the time line is going to be a bit iffy since most people put it up as Sirius died in 1996. I'm going to say that Harry didn't even start Hogwarts until 1997, so Sirius didn't die until 2002. Did I lose anyone? *A few hands are raised* Okay! Simply, first book published in 1997. So, that's when Harry starts as far as I'm concerned. Harry's fifth year would be 2001-2002, so Sirius (at least in my mind) does not die until 2002. Okay? Anyway, on with the story.
Chapter 30: Little Oddities
Lucius Malfoy bowed low before his master's chair, his head on the floor his eyes on the carpet of the room in The Riddle House. Voldemort was studying him as though he were an interesting specimen for dissection. His cold burning red eyes were upon Malfoy's neck making Malfoy very uncomfortable.
"I'm still not pleased, Lucius." Voldemort hissed quietly into the deafening silence of the room. "That brat of your's should be willing to turn to us after all you've told me about him. Why, then, has he not?"
"H-he says it is because it will be difficult for him to hide it from the teachers. That it will be unfathomable while he is at school." Lucius said quietly.
Voldemort snorted in disgust, "Might I remind you, Lucius, that you were marked while you attended Hogwarts? That you could hide it? What's wrong with your whelp? Does he not have the backbone of his father?" Voldemort's eyes gleamed in the dark as he steepled his long thin fingers in front of him. He glared down at Malfoy, daring him to speak about his son in a good light like he had been for the last three hours.
"I do not know, really, My Lord. Perhaps he is afraid of pain. Truthfully, I can not tell you why he does not wish for The Dark Mark." Lucius said quietly.
Voldemort sneered. "So, he's afraid? How pathetic of your whelp! He will be given The Mark during Christmas holiday. Now, to more pressing business, about Lupin?"
Malfoy cringed, it would not do for his master to find out how his cousin had made him look the fool when he had talked to Lupin. Lupin had made him feel things he had thought he would never feel again. Guilt. Shame. Fear. "My cousin supports Dumbledore unquestionably. He is adamant against joining us." Malfoy said quietly.
"Two family members of your's that will not join us of their own free will, Malfoy? I expected you, of all my Death Eaters, to be the one to charm your way around any ones heart." Voldemort said quietly. "Go back to Lupin's cell. Tell him I shall be visiting shortly,...unless he is willing to come over."
"Yes, master." Malfoy got up from the floor and did another low bow and walked out of the sitting room in The Riddle House.
Voldemort sat back in his green winged chair. His red snake like eyes were shut as he concentrated on Malfoy's thoughts.
"He is a fool. My dragon, what do you think?" Voldemort hissed out.
Slowly, from the shadows a thin figure clad all in black slipped noiselessly to Voldemort's side. The figure bowed low to the ground, and said, his voice smooth and silky, "Yes, indeed he is, master. What shall we do with him?"
"Kill him. Not yet, but he must be disposed of eventually." Voldemort hissed out with a slight smirk on his face.
"Of course, master. What about Dumbledore?" The figure said quietly.
"We will wait until his defenses are down and then we will move in to attack."
The only sound in the hallway that Harry was walking down was the echoing of his foot steps, which sounded ominous even to the sixteen year old wizard who had fought Voldemort a handful of times and survived. He hadn't realized it, but he was walking down the third floor corridor which led to the offices of the Defense teachers. One of the doors opened and Brooks' head popped out. He looked horrible. Far worse than Harry had ever seen him. Brooks noticed Harry before Harry could duck into an unused classroom. Brooks smiled warmly at Harry then quickly stifled a large yawn. Harry just nodded his head at him and walked on. As Harry left the corridor Brooks let out a low sad sigh.
"It's getting to be too hard!" He finally snarled out to no one in particular, since he was the only one in the room.
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To all my reviewers: Well, since I'm back at school, it is obvious I don't have as much time on my hands as I use to. I'll update as quickly as I can and as much as I can, but don't expect it to be like it was when I was on summer vacation. I believe I was updating, at the most, every day.
To Porphyrophobic Grape: I hope they are too. As I've said before my brain has this annoying tendency to wander off and leave the rest of me far behind. So, I'm not really sure if they'll be okay or not. Keep your fingers crossed.
To Anim3Fan3oo4: Do you really think I care if you stop reading? As for your little threat about killing me if I make it Slash, don't even go there. First, you haven't a clue as to where I live. Second, you haven't a clue as to what I look like.
To carpathia: I'm glad you're still enjoying it, even if my brain has taken an undecided detour. As for making it Slash. You're the fourth person against it, so I'm probably not. Besides my brain took another one of those detours and it looks as though the two characters I thought were going to come out that way are actually going to be more of close, but not that close, friends. My life is never dull!
To dreamer43: I'm glad you're still enjoying it.
To Butler: Thank you. As for making the chapters longer. Well, I am trying.