Harry Potter and the Duplaticus Curse
Chapter 24 Voldemort's Lair
A.N. If you've read my other story "Harry Potter and the Snake Keeper" you probably know that Harry can withstand Avada Kedavra unlike everyone else. Harry was knocked unconscious when he hit the ground in the chamber. The way Harry got to the Chamber,
is he was sucked through the ground where one of the Death Eaters had placed a curse sometime during the previous night. He was automatically transported to Voldie's lair.
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J Malena J
While Harry lay unconscious on the dirty floor of Voldemort's lair, two Death Eaters walked into the chamber.
"Good, the Dark Lord's plan worked," Said the woman who had warned Harry at his Quidditch Match against Hufflepuff. "What should we do now?"
"I guess we should just leave him," said James.
"But the Dark Lord wanted him to be prepared for their duel."
James was silent for a moment.
"James?"
"Hold on Narcissa, I'm thinking." James lifted his hand to his chin and scratched it thoughtfully.
"I suppose we should take him to one of the dungeons. Maybe we should ask Voldemort."
The woman flinched.
"All right, I'll go ask the Dark Lord, you stay here." Narcissa swept out of the room. James stared at his son for a moment. He got a glazed look on his face, before his eyes glowed red. After a minute or two he shook his head and the glowing went away. Narcissa returned a moment later.
"He says to move him to Dungeon number 14," Narcissa looked down at Harry.
Harry's body was aching all over. His arm was hurting especially from where the Avada Kedavra spell had hit it. He didn't know where he was, or how he had gotten there. All he remembered was him falling from his broom and being sucked through the ground. The rest was a blur.
Harry opened his eyes slightly. It was dark in the chamber, just a single candle was lit in the corner of the room. Harry raised his head a little, someone had removed his glasses and everything was slightly blurred.
"Good, you're awake," said a voice from another corner. Harry sat up and looked. A woman was sitting in a chair, watching him. Harry recognized her to be Draco's mother.
"What do you mean good?" Harry spat, "And where am I?"
"My, my, my," Narcissa said softly. "You're just like Draco described. You're just as selfish anyway."
"Only around Death Eaters," Harry replied scathingly. Narcissa gave a soft chuckle.
"The only reason I'm a Death Eater is because my husband is. There is no other reason."
She smiled slightly. Harry still scowled at her.
Harry took in his new surroundings. He seemed to be in a cell. There were bars all around his cell. There was a spindly table near the bed on the floor that Harry was lying on.
"There's absolutely no way to get out of here," Narcissa said, watching Harry look around the room. "The bars have a spell that will give you a painful shock if you touch them."
"Narcissa, Narcissa, Narcissa," Said a cold voice, coming from a corridor to the right. "You should have let him find that out for himself." Narcissa turned her head. Down the corridor came Voldemort and Narcissa's husband. Voldemort had a new snake slithering behind him. It was almost twice the size of Nagini, Voldemort's old snake. Harry remembered the incident the year before when Harry had killed Nagini. Obviously, Voldemort wasn't too happy.
"It would've been much more interesting that way," Voldemort said softly. He glanced at Harry.
"Like my new snake?" Voldemort said, watching Harry look it. "Her name is Kavina, and unlike my old snake this one is poisonous. Isn't that right Kavina." Kavina opened her enormous mouth, ready to strike.
"Not now Kavina," Voldemort said lazily. "As for you Potter, you have 12 hours. 12 hours until I kill you that is." Harry stood up, and reached into his pocket to reach for his wand. It wasn't there.
"Looking for this?" Voldemort said slyly. Harry forced himself to look up, Voldemort was twirling Harry's wand in his long fingered hand. "You'll get it back, maybe, when you and I duel. Oh, and Potter-" Voldemort raised Harry's wand and muttered, "Crucio." Instantly Harry was doubled up in pain from the Cruciatus Curse. He gritted his teeth so he wouldn't scream in pain. After a few seconds, Voldemort took the curse off of him.
"Just a little preview," Voldemort said hatefully. Voldemort put Harry's wand on a table that Narcissa was sitting near.
"Kavina," Voldemort called. The snake followed the Dark lord out of the room. Lucius stayed in though.
"I'm changing shifts with you," He said to his wife, pecking her lightly on the cheek. Harry got up off of the floor. His arm was hurting even more now.
Narcissa got up and strode after Voldemort, while Lucius took her seat.
He stared at Harry for a moment, while Harry avoided his eyes.
"You're as good as dead, Potter," Lucius said after a moment. "There's no way you can beat him. He's taken too many precautions to make sure that he wouldn't die."
Lucius sighed. "That's really the only reason your father came to us, there was no other way out, he would've died anyway. Of course, after he finds a way to block Avada Kedavra, he's going to be killed by You-Know-Who."
Harry looked up.
"Is that true?" Harry said.
Lucius shrugged.
"Maybe, I can't really say. Why? Worried about your precious father."
Harry gave a dry laugh.
"Are you kidding me, Professor Snape is more like my father than James will ever be." Harry said.
Lucius gave a dark smile.
"Well, well, well, you really hate him don't you? Figures, I would be angry too if my father did anything like what James did."
Harry was about to reply when someone called on Lucius.
"Now, you stay here," Lucius said, standing up and walking out of the room.
Harry sat back down on the floor and put his head to his arms, thinking hard.
Lucius is probably right, Harry thought bitterly. There is no way out of here, I'm going to die here and no one will probably ever know what happened to the famous Harry Potter, except for the Death Eaters of course.
Harry sighed, and stood back up again. He started to pace the room when a different Death Eater came back in. It was James.
James just strode in and sat down in the chair, he didn't even look at Harry. He made sure not too.
Harry glanced at James, before trying to think about what defense he could use against Voldemort.
Meanwhile, James was thinking, It wasn't my fault, I didn't have a choice. I didn't know he would do that... He was trying to pluck up the courage to make amends with his son before Harry had to die. James was just about to open his mouth to say something when his eyes glowed red again. All of his thoughts about Harry were wiped from his mind, and they were replaced with hatred for the boy.
"What was that?" Harry said suddenly, looking at his father.
"What?" spat James.
"You're eyes, they just… oh, never mind," Harry went back to pacing around his cell.
After a few more minutes of silence, James spoke up.
"You're not going to beat him you know."
"So I've been told," Harry snapped. There was silence between the two of them.
"Is it true," James said suddenly, "Is it true that Sirius escaped from Azkaban? Voldemort won't tell me." Harry stared at James for a moment.
"Yes, it's true. But I don't think he'd be too happy if he found out he had to go to Azkaban for 12 years because his best friend was pretending to be dead."
Harry sighed.
"Just think, all the time there was someone to back him up, of course he had just sacrificed his own wife and son to Voldemort, so maybe he wasn't up to it-"
"I didn't have a choice," James said angrily, standing up. "I would kill to go back and change what I did, but the fact is I can't." James sat back down.
Harry glared at his father for a moment. Then he smiled sarcastically and sat down on the floor.
"You probably don't even know the whole story," James muttered.
"Actually I do," Harry said. "It came to me in a dream. I naturally told Dumbledore, my two best friends know too. I haven't told Sirius though."
James looked at him.
"You've spoken to Sirius?" James asked.
"And Lupin, he was the DADA teacher in my third year. They told me all about what you did in school. I know you're an Animagus and everything. Such a shame, they really miss you and my Mum."
Without warning James eyes glowed red again. He stood up suddenly and strode out of the room. Harry glanced at his wand on the table. Voldemort had left it there, and it was time to use the trick that he had learned in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He concentrated hard on the wand, until it lifted up off of the table and floated into the cell. He took it in his hand, pointed it at the giant padlock that locked the door, and said Alomahora. In a second, the door unhitched and Harry stepped out of the cell.