Disclaimer: see chapter 1
Chapter 10: The Discovery
He heard Fira cry out. That's when he seemed to gain control over himself again. Harry looked over to what had gone on. Fira was on all 4's on the floor, gasping for breath, sweat beads forming on her forehead. "Don't fight me, my Daughter," Voldemort said in his cold voice. "It'll only be harder and more painful if you do. Don't fight me. Your soul is mine now. It has been for the past 7 years. There's no point in fighting your fate." Harry saw as Voldemort aimed his wand at Fira again. He muttered something incomprehensible, and a blinding red light engulfed Fira. Fira cried out again. Harry wanted so much to come out and stop all this, but he knew with so many Death Eaters around, he didn't stand a chance.
Draco thought he heard something in the shadows. His head turned sharply to where he thought he heard the sound. "There's someone there," he said. Fira had stopped crying out already, and was standing up, but Harry didn't notice that as his chest tightened. This is it, he thought to himself, I'm done for…why didn't I listen to Hermione and Ron…
In a matter of seconds, Draco had managed to find Harry, bind his hands behind him, take his wand and bring him up to Voldemort. "Ah," Voldemort said, a tone of amusement in his voice. "Harry Potter. So glad you could join us." Fira turned. "Harry?" she said bemusedly. "What are you doing here? How did you get here?" "I was worried about you," Harry said, feeling both foolish and brave at the same time. "I followed you." "What do we do with him, my Lord?" Draco said. "What else is there to do with him, Draco?" Voldemort said. "Lock him up somewhere, torture him, or better yet, kill him. You choose." Harry could tell by the hungry look in Lucius' cold gray eyes what he expected Draco to have in mind for him already. Draco was about to say, "Let's do all those," when Fira suddenly piped up, "NO! Let me decide!" Voldemort looked her over. "Very well, Daughter," Voldemort said. Fira walked up to Harry and looked him straight in the eye. Harry's hopes rose up a bit. "Lock him up in the dungeons," she said to the Death Eaters. "I'll decide what to do to him from there." The Death Eaters grabbed Harry by the arms and shoved him along. Harry tried to look over at Fira, but Fira didn't even look back at him. She lowered her head, concealing the tears welling up in her eyes.
Chapter 10: The Discovery
He heard Fira cry out. That's when he seemed to gain control over himself again. Harry looked over to what had gone on. Fira was on all 4's on the floor, gasping for breath, sweat beads forming on her forehead. "Don't fight me, my Daughter," Voldemort said in his cold voice. "It'll only be harder and more painful if you do. Don't fight me. Your soul is mine now. It has been for the past 7 years. There's no point in fighting your fate." Harry saw as Voldemort aimed his wand at Fira again. He muttered something incomprehensible, and a blinding red light engulfed Fira. Fira cried out again. Harry wanted so much to come out and stop all this, but he knew with so many Death Eaters around, he didn't stand a chance.
Draco thought he heard something in the shadows. His head turned sharply to where he thought he heard the sound. "There's someone there," he said. Fira had stopped crying out already, and was standing up, but Harry didn't notice that as his chest tightened. This is it, he thought to himself, I'm done for…why didn't I listen to Hermione and Ron…
In a matter of seconds, Draco had managed to find Harry, bind his hands behind him, take his wand and bring him up to Voldemort. "Ah," Voldemort said, a tone of amusement in his voice. "Harry Potter. So glad you could join us." Fira turned. "Harry?" she said bemusedly. "What are you doing here? How did you get here?" "I was worried about you," Harry said, feeling both foolish and brave at the same time. "I followed you." "What do we do with him, my Lord?" Draco said. "What else is there to do with him, Draco?" Voldemort said. "Lock him up somewhere, torture him, or better yet, kill him. You choose." Harry could tell by the hungry look in Lucius' cold gray eyes what he expected Draco to have in mind for him already. Draco was about to say, "Let's do all those," when Fira suddenly piped up, "NO! Let me decide!" Voldemort looked her over. "Very well, Daughter," Voldemort said. Fira walked up to Harry and looked him straight in the eye. Harry's hopes rose up a bit. "Lock him up in the dungeons," she said to the Death Eaters. "I'll decide what to do to him from there." The Death Eaters grabbed Harry by the arms and shoved him along. Harry tried to look over at Fira, but Fira didn't even look back at him. She lowered her head, concealing the tears welling up in her eyes.