A Son for the Dark Lord
by: Serenthia
Chapter 5: Meetings
Waking, Voldemort yawned, feeling something on his chest. He looked down to see Severus, curled up on his chest, sleeping.
"Well, how long have you been there?" Voldemort wondered.
Yawning again, Voldemort sat up stiffly and gently laid Severus on his lap as he stretched out sore muscles. Laying on the floor had not been a good idea.
Severus opened his eyes and looked up at Voldemort. "Me sleeping!" he announced, closing his eyes.
"Me awake!" Voldemort growled at him.
Severus reopened his eyes, sat up and looked at Voldemort with a perplexed expression. "Me is awake too!"
"I was awake first," Voldemort assured him.
Severus shook his head. "No! Me!"
"Me!" Voldemort told him, annoyed that Severus was trying to steal his thunder.
Severus pressed his forehead to Voldemort's. "Me is awake first! You is asleep!"
Voldemort looked away, struggling to hide a smile. Dark Lords didn't smile. "Let's make breakfast."
"Me go to bad toilet first," Severus said, sounding annoyed. "Me prefer mud."
Voldemort shrugged his shoulders. "I would prefer not having to go at all," he told his son as he took Severus's hand and led him to the 'bad toilet'. "It's annoying, threatening people and feeling like you have to use the toilet at the same time. The effect is quite lessened."
Severus went and then washed his hands, watching Voldemort curiously the whole time. "You not go to toilet?"
"I go," Voldemort said. "I just don't like going."
"Me watch," Severus said.
Voldemort shook his head. "No. I use the toilet by myself."
"But Father, me have to watch to make sure you no fall into toilet," Severus said, trying to sound reasonable. "Toilet is bad and try to flush you down. Me have to fight toilet if it does that."
"No, son. I like using the toilet by myself."
Severus took a deep breath. "NO!" he screamed. "ME WATCH! YOU GO NOW!"
Voldemort put a towel over Severus's head and magicked it to stay on while he went. Severus kicked the toilet the entire time to keep it in line.
"You done?" Severus asked, trying to get the towel off his head and be able to see again.
"Yes," Voldemort growled as he washed his hands. The towel slid off. "I'm going to present you to my Death Eaters tonight at a meeting at my other mansion."
"Meeting?" Severus asked, intrigued. "Me make food!"
Voldemort shrugged. They prepared breakfast; Severus dumped flour on himself, cracked eggs on his head, sat in the butter, and spilled water on Voldemort's head, but they managed to make dumplings and eggs anyway.
Not bothering to clean up, Voldemort started to help make the dish Severus wanted to bring that night. It was a noodle casserole. The noodles got too cooked; then Severus poured honey, ketchup, mustard, melted butter and cinnamon over them. He also chopped up some onion, apple, carrot, and banana to add to the casserole. Severus had some.
"Yummy!" he exclaimed, looking satisfied with his creation.
Voldemort had a bite and nearly gagged. "Yummy," he choked out as he gulped down a tall glass of water.
Severus nodded his head, pleased, and then transferred his creation to a casserole dish and covered it.
"They will eat it all tonight!"
"Yes, they will," Voldemort assured him.
Voldemort sent out 'invitations' to his meeting (like they had a choice), and read while Severus played with his potion set and drew Dark Marks on his playroom walls. Looking up, Voldemort noticed Severus drawing a Dark Mark and a kitten. The kitten was on the skull's head.
"Me want cat," Severus sighed, looking behind him at Voldemort, his little face sad. "Me want a cat today. Me will name cat Dark Mark."
Voldemort shrugged. "Tonight. Pick someone you want me to turn into a cat and I will."
Severus nodded his head. "Me like you!"
Voldemort was pleased. "I know. Only Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall don't like me."
Severus looked scandalized. "Me hate them! Me will make them suffer!"
Voldemort raised an eyebrow. "Yes, you might be able to when you get admitted to Hogwarts. Yes, that would be nice."
As the hours passed, Voldemort daydreamed about the various ways Severus could make Dumbledore and McGonagall suffer as Severus made a light blue potion that could turn someone bright blue for a few seconds.
"I will write you instructions when you are at Hogwarts," Voldemort decided. "You wil pay them both back for them causing me so much trouble!" And Voldemort laughed evilly.
Severus had now drawn Dark Marks all over one wall, the parts he could reach, and each one had a kitten perched on the top of it.
Time for the meeting arrived, and Voldemort apparated himself, Severus, and the casserole to his other mansion. His minions quickly began arriving. None came too early but none dared to be late.
Voldemort placed the casserole in the middle of the table and sat down, placing a hand on Severus's back and scooting him forward.
"This is my son," he hissed. "Severus. You will all treat him with the same respect you would treat me."
"EAT!" Severus commanded as he pointed at the dish.
"Yes," Voldemort nodded his head. "Severus wants you all to eat his casserole. He made it, so you will all like it."
Dishes appeared on the table and his minions quickly divided up the casserole, tentatively eating it and most had to struggle to get it down but they did it.
"Well?!" Voldemort hissed.
Lucius Malfoy gulped down a bite and looked at Severus. "Very good, Severus. Delicious."
The only two that actually seemed to like it was Crabbe and Goyle. They even finished other people's dishes for them.
"Very good," Nick Goyle mumbled around a mouthful of food. "Make some for the next meeting too!"
Severus nodded his head, quite flattered, while everyone else shot venomous glares at Goyle when they thought Voldemort wasn't looking. They would pay for that!
The meeting began and Severus clamored onto the table. He squatted down in front of Caldius Malfoy and tried to take his quill from him but Caldius wouldn't let him have it.
"GIVE IT TO HIM!" Voldemort thundered.
Caldius gave up his quill and Severus quietly, patiently, started to draw a kitten on Caldius's forehead.
While Voldemort expounded upon the need to get the giants on their side, Severus put Caldius's quill down and went on to the next person. He ripped her parchment in half and ate it.
"Now, who has the notes for how to get the giants on our side?" Voldemort purred.
"Uh, sir," the woman faltered, "your son just ate them."
Voldemort shrugged. "Do them again, then."
"Yes, my Lord," she said as Severus spit a few pieces of notes out onto her face.
She wiped her face, leaving several red marks as the ink had been scarlet in color.
Severus next went to Lucius and spit in his hair, using his hands to plaster it down. He then took Lucius's ink bottle and tipped it over Lucius's head. The sapphire blue ink spilled down Lucius's hair and face.
"Me like Lucy!" Severus said, patting his head and then moving on.
Voldemort went on with his meeting, ignoring his son's behavior but shooting anyone who dared try to correct him a death glare.
Severus stole several people's ink bottles and put them into the center of the table.
"Uh, sir, we can't take notes," Caldius Malfoy hesitated.
Voldemort glared at him. "Use your heads and memorize what I say! What is wrong with you people?! Can't you memorize?!"
They nodded their heads and furrowed their brows, trying to do exactly that.
Severus stole someone's parchment and then dipped his fingers into the ink bottles and smeared the ink on the parchment. He was occupied for most of the meeting, until he saw a book by someone and grabbed it.
He hit the man over the head with it several times and then sat on it. "MY BOOK!"
The man growled, Severus growled back and then attacked him.
"Arghhhh!" the man screamed as he fell backwards with Severus on his chest.
"Me want him to be my cat!" Severus said.
Voldemort stood up and sent the spell at the horrified man. Severus picked up his red cat and happily carried it to a leather chair. He climbed into it and cuddled with his pet.
The meeting, oddly enough, went quickly after that. When everyone had left, Voldemort looked over at Severus. The boy was sound asleep.
"You, Mark Russell," he said to the cat, "will stay a cat until Severus gets sick of you. You will always remember who you are but you won't be able to leave Severus's presence or his rooms."
The cat meowed pathetically. Voldemort ignored him. He picked the book up that Severus had acquired. It was a book on curses. Interesting.
Severus's finger art was quite good. It was a red cat on a blue house with the orange sun in the sky and a purple Dark Mark in the lawn.
Voldemort picked Severus up and carried him home with the cat in tow.
Coming
Chapter 6: Camping
