The Shadow of Lord Voldemort
By: Princess Ashley
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Chapter 3: September 1st, but where's Harry?
Ron and Hermione waited at Kings Cross station, waiting for their friend to make his grand appearance. He had failed to answer there letters, and had seen hid nor hair of Hedwig. The presents they sent Harry for his birthday were taken back; the owls had not been able to find Harry anywhere. The papers had said nothing about him being captured or have disappeared. Everyone was pretty normal, except the fact that Mrs. Weasley was in a worry fit over Harry, and that Mr. Weasley couldn't find Harry anywhere, even the countless times that he had been over to the Dursley's house looking for him. The ministry didn't know anything either. But apparently, they weren't the only ones who knew that Harry was missing.
Draco Malfoy had been sending very knowing glances at Ron and Hermione as if he knew something they did not, and that very much-enraged Hermione. Ron had half a mind to go over there and shake the whereabouts of Harry out of the unsuspecting blonde.
Mrs. Weasley kissed Ron and the rest of them to the train, and gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek. "Find Harry, he'll be at Hogwarts no doubt. Dumbledore will know where he is. He might even have been called there as a precaution for the incident last year. Nothing to worry about." They knew that Mrs. Weasley was secretly breaking down inside. Harry was like another son to her. The smiled reassuringly at her.
But Harry wasn't at Hogwarts. The teachers never even mentioned him. He was not at the dinner when they got to the school. Dumbledore had thoughtful look on his face the whole way through dinner. For some reason, he wasn't as cheerful as he usually was. Snape had an unusually sober look on his face. He wasn't glaring at the Gryffindors, or smiling pleased at the Slytherins. He was playing with the food on his plate, and looked discreetly terrified even. The whole hall refused to speak, talking silently to themselves, asking where the Golden Boy was, because the whole hall knew he was not there.
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Sirius and Remus were at the table in Remus' house. He had managed to get a job and get a new and very nice house instead of the old run down shack he used to have. Big enough to take in both Sirius and Harry if Harry was ever permitted to live with him and Sirius was proven innocent. Then they could all live together. He hoped they could one day. " I don't get it Remus. Harry hasn't written back to me at all. The present was sent back. What if Harry's in trouble, and we're just sitting her completely clueless?" Sirius kept getting more worried by the day. Remus understood the feeling. "Don't worry, if something did happen to Harry, Dumbledore would have said something. He would have been the first to know, besides the ministry would have sent something out right away, especially with that Rita Skeeter on the tale of all the gossip, it would have been all over the Daily Prophet even if there was the slightest indication that Harry was missing." "Remus, listen to yourself! There is the slightest indication that Harry is missing! Hermione sent me a letter saying that Arthur Weasley went to Harry's house countless times and there was no Harry! Only the muggles. Harry hasn't been answering any letters, the presents were sent back. The ministry wouldn't let anything out that would make the people panic. Especially with Fudge as the minister, he's afraid that will make him look bad. The bloody fool!" Sirius was enraged by the events happening, it was driving him mad not knowing if Harry was alright or not. He didn't even know if Harry was ALIVE or not. One thing was for sure, the ministry was certain to have wind of something going on, or they would anyway. If Dumbledore were hiding something from them, Sirius would find out what it was, even if it was the last thing he did.
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Harry was certain of his mission. He only had to wait until the Halloween party in a month. Then was his mission set to kill off Dumbledore. Voldemort was certain that Snape would bust and tell Dumbledore of what he was doing soon. And Dumbledore, being the stead fast and apprehensive man that he was would come and try to get Harry back, even if it meant that he would have to fight Voldemort himself. But he wasn't the person he would battle with. Harry was certain that Dumbledore would be caught completely off guard if it were Harry that the old man would be dueling with. Another one of Voldemort's sickening deposits inside Harry's mind. Harry had stayed in his room for the longest time.
But for the first time in a long time he was given a healthful diet, good foods, whatever he wanted. Voldemort was treating him like a son when he wasn't commanding perfection from Harry. The deatheaters were leaving Harry alone. He was often seen roaming the halls of the underground base that was set up for his own purpose. He walked with his head down, took meals in his room, often fawning over pictures of his friends and his mother and father, playing with the snakes in the forest, climbing trees when he was depressed in the night time, falling asleep the sounds of the werewolves and the cool wind that was coursing it's way through his hair, that had grown long, down to his elbows, rivaling Bill's, or maybe it was just like Bill's, he had had red hair. He had gotten taller, and there was a pale look in his skin. He walked gracefully, as if gifted by the gods. He had taken a lot of changes. Voldemort was a perfectionist. He demanded perfection and so Harry learned to be perfect. His anger and his depression were pushed away with his desire to be perfect. He could and win with any deatheater and he could get out of any situation nothing short of impossible. He would get through everything. Even on occasion he was permitted to practice cursed that Voldemort would gladly teach, and Harry would a master at it by the end of the hour. His power increased with every lesson, and his confidence was nothing short of invincible.
His once saddening thoughts of his friends were gone, and he had forgotten them. Ron and Hermione didn't even exist anymore. He knew everything of the dark arts, he knew all of his hate for muggles, and the most important, he knew is mission, and that was to get rid of all who stood in the way of his master and so-called father becoming the Lord of the world.
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End of the third chapter. Dumbledore dies in the next chapter. Prepare youselves. Bubye!
~mo
Ron and Hermione waited at Kings Cross station, waiting for their friend to make his grand appearance. He had failed to answer there letters, and had seen hid nor hair of Hedwig. The presents they sent Harry for his birthday were taken back; the owls had not been able to find Harry anywhere. The papers had said nothing about him being captured or have disappeared. Everyone was pretty normal, except the fact that Mrs. Weasley was in a worry fit over Harry, and that Mr. Weasley couldn't find Harry anywhere, even the countless times that he had been over to the Dursley's house looking for him. The ministry didn't know anything either. But apparently, they weren't the only ones who knew that Harry was missing.
Draco Malfoy had been sending very knowing glances at Ron and Hermione as if he knew something they did not, and that very much-enraged Hermione. Ron had half a mind to go over there and shake the whereabouts of Harry out of the unsuspecting blonde.
Mrs. Weasley kissed Ron and the rest of them to the train, and gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek. "Find Harry, he'll be at Hogwarts no doubt. Dumbledore will know where he is. He might even have been called there as a precaution for the incident last year. Nothing to worry about." They knew that Mrs. Weasley was secretly breaking down inside. Harry was like another son to her. The smiled reassuringly at her.
But Harry wasn't at Hogwarts. The teachers never even mentioned him. He was not at the dinner when they got to the school. Dumbledore had thoughtful look on his face the whole way through dinner. For some reason, he wasn't as cheerful as he usually was. Snape had an unusually sober look on his face. He wasn't glaring at the Gryffindors, or smiling pleased at the Slytherins. He was playing with the food on his plate, and looked discreetly terrified even. The whole hall refused to speak, talking silently to themselves, asking where the Golden Boy was, because the whole hall knew he was not there.
***
Sirius and Remus were at the table in Remus' house. He had managed to get a job and get a new and very nice house instead of the old run down shack he used to have. Big enough to take in both Sirius and Harry if Harry was ever permitted to live with him and Sirius was proven innocent. Then they could all live together. He hoped they could one day. " I don't get it Remus. Harry hasn't written back to me at all. The present was sent back. What if Harry's in trouble, and we're just sitting her completely clueless?" Sirius kept getting more worried by the day. Remus understood the feeling. "Don't worry, if something did happen to Harry, Dumbledore would have said something. He would have been the first to know, besides the ministry would have sent something out right away, especially with that Rita Skeeter on the tale of all the gossip, it would have been all over the Daily Prophet even if there was the slightest indication that Harry was missing." "Remus, listen to yourself! There is the slightest indication that Harry is missing! Hermione sent me a letter saying that Arthur Weasley went to Harry's house countless times and there was no Harry! Only the muggles. Harry hasn't been answering any letters, the presents were sent back. The ministry wouldn't let anything out that would make the people panic. Especially with Fudge as the minister, he's afraid that will make him look bad. The bloody fool!" Sirius was enraged by the events happening, it was driving him mad not knowing if Harry was alright or not. He didn't even know if Harry was ALIVE or not. One thing was for sure, the ministry was certain to have wind of something going on, or they would anyway. If Dumbledore were hiding something from them, Sirius would find out what it was, even if it was the last thing he did.
***
Harry was certain of his mission. He only had to wait until the Halloween party in a month. Then was his mission set to kill off Dumbledore. Voldemort was certain that Snape would bust and tell Dumbledore of what he was doing soon. And Dumbledore, being the stead fast and apprehensive man that he was would come and try to get Harry back, even if it meant that he would have to fight Voldemort himself. But he wasn't the person he would battle with. Harry was certain that Dumbledore would be caught completely off guard if it were Harry that the old man would be dueling with. Another one of Voldemort's sickening deposits inside Harry's mind. Harry had stayed in his room for the longest time.
But for the first time in a long time he was given a healthful diet, good foods, whatever he wanted. Voldemort was treating him like a son when he wasn't commanding perfection from Harry. The deatheaters were leaving Harry alone. He was often seen roaming the halls of the underground base that was set up for his own purpose. He walked with his head down, took meals in his room, often fawning over pictures of his friends and his mother and father, playing with the snakes in the forest, climbing trees when he was depressed in the night time, falling asleep the sounds of the werewolves and the cool wind that was coursing it's way through his hair, that had grown long, down to his elbows, rivaling Bill's, or maybe it was just like Bill's, he had had red hair. He had gotten taller, and there was a pale look in his skin. He walked gracefully, as if gifted by the gods. He had taken a lot of changes. Voldemort was a perfectionist. He demanded perfection and so Harry learned to be perfect. His anger and his depression were pushed away with his desire to be perfect. He could and win with any deatheater and he could get out of any situation nothing short of impossible. He would get through everything. Even on occasion he was permitted to practice cursed that Voldemort would gladly teach, and Harry would a master at it by the end of the hour. His power increased with every lesson, and his confidence was nothing short of invincible.
His once saddening thoughts of his friends were gone, and he had forgotten them. Ron and Hermione didn't even exist anymore. He knew everything of the dark arts, he knew all of his hate for muggles, and the most important, he knew is mission, and that was to get rid of all who stood in the way of his master and so-called father becoming the Lord of the world.
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End of the third chapter. Dumbledore dies in the next chapter. Prepare youselves. Bubye!
~mo