Transition- Part 2
by Prathdrake
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When Harry woke up, he was bound in a chair. Many deatheaters were hovering over him. One turned away and spoke.
"He's awake, master." Harry heard footsteps and soon enough Voldemort appeared in front of him. he turned to the other deatheaters.
"Get out," he said. The deatheaters left quietly from the dingy, stone room. Harry looked spitefully at Voldemort.
"There's no need to be rude, Harry," instructed Voldemort, "I'm not going to kill you."
"You killed Mrs. Weasly," said Harry
"I was only trying to save you," said Voldemort.
"Save me?" yelled Harry, "Save me from what?"
"You don't have to be loud, Harry," Voldemort said, "This is a place where you can be calm."
"Be calm?" screamed Harry, "I'm in the same room with the murderer who killed my parents!"
"I had to, Harry," explained Voldemort, "I was trying to save you-"
"What is this saving me you keep talking about?" interrupted Harry. Voldemort paced around the room, as if trying to make up a lie.
"Harry," said Voldemort softly, "I killed your parents because they were keeping you from the truth.
"What truth?" questioned Harry. Voldemort stood silent for a time.
"Harry," he finally managed to force out, "The truth is... I am related to you, great- grandfather to be exact." Harry turned red with anger.
"That's a lie!" Harry shouted, "Hagrid gave me a photo book of my relatives! You weren't one of them! Tell me, how in this bloody world could you be my great- grandfather?" Voldemort answered calmly.
"Once again, they are keeping you from the truth." Harry was taken aback. Hagrid and the others had kept the truth from him before. Like the truth about Sirius Black. Perhaps this was another lie! Perhaps he was related to Voldemort!
"It can't be true!" said Harry.
"Oh, it can," said Voldemort, looking more threatening than ever, "Bring him in!"
At once, the door opened and several hands thrust in a large, cloaked figure, which fell to the floor. Harry knew at once who it was.
"Hagrid!" Harry yelled with shock.
"Don't worry, he's not dead," soothed Voldemort, "We did have to bring him her with force, though." Harry soon enough saw how much force. Hagrid groaned and rolled over, revealing a bloody nose, bruises, black eyes and large bumps on the head. Voldemort walked over to him.
"Hagrid..." he called, "Can you hear me?" Hagrid grunted in response.
"He's going to die," said Harry, "I know it." Voldemort glared at Harry and then turned back to Hagrid.
"Tell him the truth, Hagrid, tell him the truth," said Voldemort. Hagrid looked ferociously at Voldemort and then started to speak.
"The truth is, Harry, that..." Hagid stopped and looked at Voldemort again.
"Go on!" Voldemort threatened. Hagid resumed.
"The truth is...Voldemort is yer relative." Harry gasped. "I'm sorry," Hagrid quickly added, "I never wanted yeh ter know..."
"I know that know," Harry said coldly, "Can I trust anyone now?" With his last breath, Hagrid looked sorrowfully at Harry and then died. Harry's eyes began to water. After a while, he started letting out whimpers. He sniffed, then turned his attention to Voldemort, who was now standing in a corner, silently. Harry broke the silence.
"He's dead!" Harry yelled, "I'll kill you! I will!"
"Quiet, Harry," said Voldemort, "You don't understand. Your friend took several of my men. Isn't it even?"
"How can you say that?" yelled Harry, "Even? Those were lives that were taken!"
"Do you believe that I am your relative now, Harry?" asked Voldemort, changing the subject.
"Yes," whispered Harry, then, in a louder voice, "But I'll never treat you like one! Besides, if my parents were keeping the truth away from me, that you were my great- grandfather, they must have had a reason! And the reason was, and still is, YOU ARE A MURDERER!" The last few words echoed through the dim, stone room.
"Not entirely," said Voldemort, "Don't you see? Killing was necessary to get to you. And that is not the reason they were keeping the truth away from you."
"Then what was it?" snarled Harry.
"I had a plan," answered Voldemort, "A great one. Most of the wizarding world just didn't agree with it. Including your parents. That is why they tried to keep me from you."
"It was an evil plan, then." said Harry.
"Not at all," explained Voldemort, "My plan was to bring peace to the wizarding and Muggle world. All of the people that agreed with my plan became my death-eaters."
"Tell me about your plan," Harry demanded.
"Well," Voldemort started, "My plan was for all wizards to keep Muggles an let them work for us and-"
"See?" yelled Harry, "That is crazy!"
"Listen," instructed Voldemort, "And in return, we could provide for them, the Muggles. I was sure all Muggles would love it, having magic to waste at no expense." Harry knew this was true. He had loved it when he found out he had magic. Yet he did not voice his opinion.
"Why didn't the others like than plan?" Harry asked.
"How am I to know?" came the reply. There was silence. Harry couldn't help but feel a little bit of respect for this plan. Just a little. After a long time, Harry spoke up.
"Why did you have to kill all those people?" asked Harry.
"They were trying to stop me and my great plan," answered Voldemort, "Besides, Harry, what's a few lives in exchange for world peace?" Harry was beginning to feel that this was true. Was it?
"Well... Why did you kidnap me?" Harry questioned. Voldemort drew in a long breath, then answered.
"I want my only living relative to help me."
"WHAT?" yelled Harry, "Never!"
"Why not, Harry? You're powerful, so I've heard," said Voldemort, then adding a sly smile, "And you agree with my plan, don't you?"
Harry looked down in shame. He did agree with the plan.
"You're tired," said Voldemort, knowing he'd reached Harry, "Why don't I take you to a room where you can rest?" Harry nodded sadly. Voldemort untied Harry from the chair and let him free. Voldemort walked to the door and Harry followed, stepping over Hagrid.
Harry took a last look at Hagrid, then closed the door. He followed Voldemort to the next room over and walked in as Voldemort held the door open. Inside was a nicely- made bed with red covers.
"There's the bed," said Voldemort, "If you need anything, I'll be right outside the door." he closed the door and Harry was left alone. Harry walked over to the bed. As he turned down the covers, he thought of the Weaslys. Were they hurt?
All of a sudden, that didn't matter to Harry anymore. He only wanted to help bring peace and help Voldemort. Harry quickly rushed to the door and opened it.
As he had promised, Voldemort stood just out the door.
"I- I'm ready to serve you, Grandfather." said Harry.
Voldemort smiled slyly.
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A/N: End of chapter 2! Woohoo! Oh, wait. I should be more solemn. Harry just agreed to help Voldemort!
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by Prathdrake
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When Harry woke up, he was bound in a chair. Many deatheaters were hovering over him. One turned away and spoke.
"He's awake, master." Harry heard footsteps and soon enough Voldemort appeared in front of him. he turned to the other deatheaters.
"Get out," he said. The deatheaters left quietly from the dingy, stone room. Harry looked spitefully at Voldemort.
"There's no need to be rude, Harry," instructed Voldemort, "I'm not going to kill you."
"You killed Mrs. Weasly," said Harry
"I was only trying to save you," said Voldemort.
"Save me?" yelled Harry, "Save me from what?"
"You don't have to be loud, Harry," Voldemort said, "This is a place where you can be calm."
"Be calm?" screamed Harry, "I'm in the same room with the murderer who killed my parents!"
"I had to, Harry," explained Voldemort, "I was trying to save you-"
"What is this saving me you keep talking about?" interrupted Harry. Voldemort paced around the room, as if trying to make up a lie.
"Harry," said Voldemort softly, "I killed your parents because they were keeping you from the truth.
"What truth?" questioned Harry. Voldemort stood silent for a time.
"Harry," he finally managed to force out, "The truth is... I am related to you, great- grandfather to be exact." Harry turned red with anger.
"That's a lie!" Harry shouted, "Hagrid gave me a photo book of my relatives! You weren't one of them! Tell me, how in this bloody world could you be my great- grandfather?" Voldemort answered calmly.
"Once again, they are keeping you from the truth." Harry was taken aback. Hagrid and the others had kept the truth from him before. Like the truth about Sirius Black. Perhaps this was another lie! Perhaps he was related to Voldemort!
"It can't be true!" said Harry.
"Oh, it can," said Voldemort, looking more threatening than ever, "Bring him in!"
At once, the door opened and several hands thrust in a large, cloaked figure, which fell to the floor. Harry knew at once who it was.
"Hagrid!" Harry yelled with shock.
"Don't worry, he's not dead," soothed Voldemort, "We did have to bring him her with force, though." Harry soon enough saw how much force. Hagrid groaned and rolled over, revealing a bloody nose, bruises, black eyes and large bumps on the head. Voldemort walked over to him.
"Hagrid..." he called, "Can you hear me?" Hagrid grunted in response.
"He's going to die," said Harry, "I know it." Voldemort glared at Harry and then turned back to Hagrid.
"Tell him the truth, Hagrid, tell him the truth," said Voldemort. Hagrid looked ferociously at Voldemort and then started to speak.
"The truth is, Harry, that..." Hagid stopped and looked at Voldemort again.
"Go on!" Voldemort threatened. Hagid resumed.
"The truth is...Voldemort is yer relative." Harry gasped. "I'm sorry," Hagrid quickly added, "I never wanted yeh ter know..."
"I know that know," Harry said coldly, "Can I trust anyone now?" With his last breath, Hagrid looked sorrowfully at Harry and then died. Harry's eyes began to water. After a while, he started letting out whimpers. He sniffed, then turned his attention to Voldemort, who was now standing in a corner, silently. Harry broke the silence.
"He's dead!" Harry yelled, "I'll kill you! I will!"
"Quiet, Harry," said Voldemort, "You don't understand. Your friend took several of my men. Isn't it even?"
"How can you say that?" yelled Harry, "Even? Those were lives that were taken!"
"Do you believe that I am your relative now, Harry?" asked Voldemort, changing the subject.
"Yes," whispered Harry, then, in a louder voice, "But I'll never treat you like one! Besides, if my parents were keeping the truth away from me, that you were my great- grandfather, they must have had a reason! And the reason was, and still is, YOU ARE A MURDERER!" The last few words echoed through the dim, stone room.
"Not entirely," said Voldemort, "Don't you see? Killing was necessary to get to you. And that is not the reason they were keeping the truth away from you."
"Then what was it?" snarled Harry.
"I had a plan," answered Voldemort, "A great one. Most of the wizarding world just didn't agree with it. Including your parents. That is why they tried to keep me from you."
"It was an evil plan, then." said Harry.
"Not at all," explained Voldemort, "My plan was to bring peace to the wizarding and Muggle world. All of the people that agreed with my plan became my death-eaters."
"Tell me about your plan," Harry demanded.
"Well," Voldemort started, "My plan was for all wizards to keep Muggles an let them work for us and-"
"See?" yelled Harry, "That is crazy!"
"Listen," instructed Voldemort, "And in return, we could provide for them, the Muggles. I was sure all Muggles would love it, having magic to waste at no expense." Harry knew this was true. He had loved it when he found out he had magic. Yet he did not voice his opinion.
"Why didn't the others like than plan?" Harry asked.
"How am I to know?" came the reply. There was silence. Harry couldn't help but feel a little bit of respect for this plan. Just a little. After a long time, Harry spoke up.
"Why did you have to kill all those people?" asked Harry.
"They were trying to stop me and my great plan," answered Voldemort, "Besides, Harry, what's a few lives in exchange for world peace?" Harry was beginning to feel that this was true. Was it?
"Well... Why did you kidnap me?" Harry questioned. Voldemort drew in a long breath, then answered.
"I want my only living relative to help me."
"WHAT?" yelled Harry, "Never!"
"Why not, Harry? You're powerful, so I've heard," said Voldemort, then adding a sly smile, "And you agree with my plan, don't you?"
Harry looked down in shame. He did agree with the plan.
"You're tired," said Voldemort, knowing he'd reached Harry, "Why don't I take you to a room where you can rest?" Harry nodded sadly. Voldemort untied Harry from the chair and let him free. Voldemort walked to the door and Harry followed, stepping over Hagrid.
Harry took a last look at Hagrid, then closed the door. He followed Voldemort to the next room over and walked in as Voldemort held the door open. Inside was a nicely- made bed with red covers.
"There's the bed," said Voldemort, "If you need anything, I'll be right outside the door." he closed the door and Harry was left alone. Harry walked over to the bed. As he turned down the covers, he thought of the Weaslys. Were they hurt?
All of a sudden, that didn't matter to Harry anymore. He only wanted to help bring peace and help Voldemort. Harry quickly rushed to the door and opened it.
As he had promised, Voldemort stood just out the door.
"I- I'm ready to serve you, Grandfather." said Harry.
Voldemort smiled slyly.
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A/N: End of chapter 2! Woohoo! Oh, wait. I should be more solemn. Harry just agreed to help Voldemort!
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