Harry Potter and the Dark Lord's Castle
Traitors of the Dark
Back in Azkaban...
Harry woke up feeling pain on every inch of his body, the pain was so terrible he could barely think, let alone escape again. He knew he had been lucky to almost escape the first time, Voldemort made a mistake and Harry knew that he wouldn't make another one. Harry knew that if he didn't escape he would die, in fact he remembered that Voldemort was tried to kill him and wondered why he hadn't killed him in his sleep. Unfortunately Harry couldn't think much more than that because he could feel Dementors around, without his wand Harry would have to endure the torture of hearing his parents last moments.
Lily! It's him, take Harry and run.
A flash of green light and his father was dead
No! Not Harry!
Flash! Another curse and his mother was dead
The torture didn't end there though; more horrible images from Harry's past floated in to his mind.
Kill the spare.
Flash!
Cedric's body lying dead on the ground beside him
Other images from that night also floated through his mind.
The skeleton-like body rose from the cauldron,
Lord Voldemort had risen again.
Harry wanted to faint, wanted the images to stop, but they didn't. All through the night Harry heard/watched the worst moments of his life, he screamed, he cried, but the torture continued. He finally fell in to a restful state, though his mind was far from asleep. His thoughts were plagued with the actions of Lord Voldemort and the fear of what he would do to him.
Harry jumped with a start as he heard a squeaking noise coming from the door of his cell, for a moment he thought someone was opening the door so he stood up and prepared to fight for his life. It turned out he was wrong, a little flap that Harry hadn't noticed opened and a tray fell through. On the tray was an unappetizing gray paste, Harry wasn't sure if he should eat it, but then decided that they would poison him because they could kill him anytime they wanted.
He ate until all of the paste was gone, he looked at the rest of the tray to see if there were any tools that he could use to aid in his escape. He couldn't see anything, but he looked at everything on the tray. The tray contained, a plate, now empty, a plastic spoon and a napkin; Harry was surprised that there was a napkin because most of the prisoners of Azkaban were crazy. Harry picked up the napkin and his eyes widened in surprise, there was a message written on the back, he didn't recognize the handwriting but it made his heart leap. Maybe he had an ally in Azkaban that could help him get his wand and escape. He read the note.
Potter,
I won't sign this note in case it is intercepted, it is risky to send this note but I decided I must so you wont lose your spirit. I will try and help you escape; but not yet, Dumbledore has plans in motion that can greatly increase our chances of a successful completion of this mission. Keep your spirits high for you have a friend in this place. Do not try and contact me, it is too risky, when the plan is ready I will send you another note.
Harry didn't know what some of the note meant, but the general idea made is spirits rise. He committed the note to memory and then destroyed it. He would figure it out later, right then he had to rest, the Dementors were affecting him again, the last thought he had before he fell to the ground was of Wormtail writhing on the ground in pain.
Back at Hogwarts...
"These are your demands then?" Dumbledore's eyes shot a sharp glance at the man in the chair before him. "If we comply with them, you will turn away from your dark lord and become a spy for me."
"Yessss," the figure said, glancing around the room as if afraid someone might be listening. "You know Dumbledore, that what I am doing involves a very high risk for me."
"I know that Lucius, and no one appreciates it more than me, I will ensure That no harm shall come to your son while he is in my care. I suggest that you keep a low profile, inform me of Voldemort's actions by owl, I suggest that you don't come back here except in extreme circumstances. I'd like you to know that I think what you are doing is the right thing to do."
Lucius Malfoy looked at him suspiciously, "I'm not doing this for you, or any of your friends, the dark lord has gone mad with power, the only way I or my family can live freely again is if the dark lord falls."
With that Lucius Malfoy put on his hood and walked silently out of the room without a glance to the right or left.
"Do you think he was serious, or is he trying to play me for a fool." The room seemed to be empty, but when he said those words a cat bounded in to view from behind Dumbledore's desk the cat turned in to an old lady in front of Dumbledore's eyes.
Minerva McGonagall looked at him and shook her head, "I don't know Albus, I just don't know."
Traitors of the Dark
Back in Azkaban...
Harry woke up feeling pain on every inch of his body, the pain was so terrible he could barely think, let alone escape again. He knew he had been lucky to almost escape the first time, Voldemort made a mistake and Harry knew that he wouldn't make another one. Harry knew that if he didn't escape he would die, in fact he remembered that Voldemort was tried to kill him and wondered why he hadn't killed him in his sleep. Unfortunately Harry couldn't think much more than that because he could feel Dementors around, without his wand Harry would have to endure the torture of hearing his parents last moments.
Lily! It's him, take Harry and run.
A flash of green light and his father was dead
No! Not Harry!
Flash! Another curse and his mother was dead
The torture didn't end there though; more horrible images from Harry's past floated in to his mind.
Kill the spare.
Flash!
Cedric's body lying dead on the ground beside him
Other images from that night also floated through his mind.
The skeleton-like body rose from the cauldron,
Lord Voldemort had risen again.
Harry wanted to faint, wanted the images to stop, but they didn't. All through the night Harry heard/watched the worst moments of his life, he screamed, he cried, but the torture continued. He finally fell in to a restful state, though his mind was far from asleep. His thoughts were plagued with the actions of Lord Voldemort and the fear of what he would do to him.
Harry jumped with a start as he heard a squeaking noise coming from the door of his cell, for a moment he thought someone was opening the door so he stood up and prepared to fight for his life. It turned out he was wrong, a little flap that Harry hadn't noticed opened and a tray fell through. On the tray was an unappetizing gray paste, Harry wasn't sure if he should eat it, but then decided that they would poison him because they could kill him anytime they wanted.
He ate until all of the paste was gone, he looked at the rest of the tray to see if there were any tools that he could use to aid in his escape. He couldn't see anything, but he looked at everything on the tray. The tray contained, a plate, now empty, a plastic spoon and a napkin; Harry was surprised that there was a napkin because most of the prisoners of Azkaban were crazy. Harry picked up the napkin and his eyes widened in surprise, there was a message written on the back, he didn't recognize the handwriting but it made his heart leap. Maybe he had an ally in Azkaban that could help him get his wand and escape. He read the note.
Potter,
I won't sign this note in case it is intercepted, it is risky to send this note but I decided I must so you wont lose your spirit. I will try and help you escape; but not yet, Dumbledore has plans in motion that can greatly increase our chances of a successful completion of this mission. Keep your spirits high for you have a friend in this place. Do not try and contact me, it is too risky, when the plan is ready I will send you another note.
Harry didn't know what some of the note meant, but the general idea made is spirits rise. He committed the note to memory and then destroyed it. He would figure it out later, right then he had to rest, the Dementors were affecting him again, the last thought he had before he fell to the ground was of Wormtail writhing on the ground in pain.
Back at Hogwarts...
"These are your demands then?" Dumbledore's eyes shot a sharp glance at the man in the chair before him. "If we comply with them, you will turn away from your dark lord and become a spy for me."
"Yessss," the figure said, glancing around the room as if afraid someone might be listening. "You know Dumbledore, that what I am doing involves a very high risk for me."
"I know that Lucius, and no one appreciates it more than me, I will ensure That no harm shall come to your son while he is in my care. I suggest that you keep a low profile, inform me of Voldemort's actions by owl, I suggest that you don't come back here except in extreme circumstances. I'd like you to know that I think what you are doing is the right thing to do."
Lucius Malfoy looked at him suspiciously, "I'm not doing this for you, or any of your friends, the dark lord has gone mad with power, the only way I or my family can live freely again is if the dark lord falls."
With that Lucius Malfoy put on his hood and walked silently out of the room without a glance to the right or left.
"Do you think he was serious, or is he trying to play me for a fool." The room seemed to be empty, but when he said those words a cat bounded in to view from behind Dumbledore's desk the cat turned in to an old lady in front of Dumbledore's eyes.
Minerva McGonagall looked at him and shook her head, "I don't know Albus, I just don't know."