As Voldemort entered the halls of the castle, he looked around and grinned
viciously. Hundreds of little witches and wizards were milling around him.
All of them were innocently going about their business not realising that
there was a wolf among them. Striding quickly, he flipped Harry's messy
hair out of his eyes and saw a dopey looking red head wave at him.
Voldemort snarled quietly and turned quickly to avoid him.
Making his way down an empty corridor, he stared up around himself, memories of his years in Hogwarts returning to him in a flash. His pace quickened and he made his way over to an ancient painting of the Greek legend Medusa. As he approached, hundreds of tiny snakes which grew from Medusa's head, hissed, "Passssword." The grin on Voldemort's face grew broader as he felt his throat constrict, and began speaking parseltongue. The snakes of the painting reared up and stiffened and the painting swung open to reveal a circular opening. Crouching low, Voldemort manoeuvred Harry's body into the Slytherin common room. Once out of the cramped opening, Voldemort stepped into a deserted dark grey room. Pacing across the room, he began to inhale deeply. He seated himself onto a black cushiony chair and lay his head back. Memories of all the times he had spent in this common room with his followers came back to him. Those that had been loyal to him in the dark times had been with him right from the beginning. All except one. Snape.
Severus had been one of the most promising of his followers, but alas Snape had betrayed him and crossed over. It was all Dumbledore's doing, and he would be getting his just dessert soon enough. But first, Voldemort planned a surprise visit to his old friend, Severus.
With his eyes still closed, chuckling silently to himself, Voldemort didn't notice a pale blonde haired boy enter the room.
"Potter!!?? What are you doing here, maggot breath? How did you get in here?" snarled Draco as he lunged towards Harry. He curled his fist around Harry's cloak and pulled him close to his sneering face.
Harry's mouth opened, and a deep voice sounded. "Now, Malfoy. Is that any way to greet your Dark Lord?"
Draco's already pale face was bleached of colour as he quickly released Harry's cloak and stumbled backwards. He shook in bewilderment as he stuttered, "But how? How? When? How. How can you possibly be Harry Potter. Or in Potter's body?"
"Now, now. There will be time for explanations later. Right now I require a small favour from you. I believe that Severus Snape is the head of Slytherin house? Tomorrow you have quidditch practice?"
Malfoy gave a hasty nod, then leant down as Voldemort whispered the plan into his ear. He then, hurriedly knelt down on one knee and bowed his head at Voldemort.
"Yes, my Lord. I am your humble servant." With that Malfoy shot to his feet and backed out of the Slytherin common room. He had a task to complete, and he would do everything in his power to achieve it.
The day had dawned bright and clear, and there were no signs of Potter/Voldemort. Malfoy shook himself determinedly and hurried to get dressed for quidditch practice. Pulling his green cloak on, he flew from his room and aggressively awoke his team mates.
"Let's go! It's time to get started."
Moans and groans were met with icy glares from Malfoy. He turned his back and clambered out of the Slytherin common room. Pulling on his silver broom riding gloves, Malfoy strode through the corridors. The pale morning sun was streaming through the vast windows of the castle and Malfoy looked up to see a billowing red cloak, topped with a mop of mousy brown bushy hair. His lip curled into a sneer and he whispered to himself, "Filthy mudblood! Now that the Dark Lord is back in power, I'll make sure she's one of the first to go."
His eyes full of hatred, Malfoy continued striding down the hall until he turned abruptly at a large doorway that opened out towards the qudditch pitch. Storming to the broom shed where his firebolt 3000 was kept. He grasped the silver handle tightly then, waved his hand above the broom head. The silver shield surrounding the broom head, slid away, revealing a cluster of precisely trimmed twigs. Malfoy jumped onto his broom and flew up into the morning sky as his fellow team mates joined him on the quidditch pitch. Draco, hovered nervously as Marpolski and Brulstook, brought in the chest of balls. The heavy wooden chest was opened and unexpectedly the two black bludgers took off into the sky, vaulting themselves straight into two of Malfoy's team mates. Cries of pain filled the sky as the mad bludgers attacked the team. Malfoy ducked to avoid an oncoming bludger and turned to see, the distant figure of Harry Potter standing at the edge of the pitch. His eyes gleaming, scarlet red. Malfoy gave a slight nod and steered his broom towards the castle. Flying swiftly towards the highest window of the Eastern tower, Malfoy brought his broom to halt in front of the open window which led to Professor Snape's office.
"Professor! The bludgers have gone crazy. They're attacking everyone." Malfoy announced to Snape.
With a sigh, Snape nodded and began to stand.
"Professor, I saw Harry Potter. Standing by the ball chest. He could of done this. He could of bewitched them."
Snape's head snapped up in alertness. "Potter? Yes, of course Potter would do this." Professor Snape snarled as he slammed his fist down on his table. "I'll be right down."
Malfoy turned his broom and headed back down to the qudditch pitch, giving a slight nod to the figure at the edge of the field. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Malfoy turned to see an angry Snape storming onto the pitch. Two of his team mates were still being pummelled by the mad bludgers, while the others were cowering behind the goal posts.
The lone figure on the edge of the pitch began to march onto the grounds, meeting Snape head on.
"Potter! I know you did this! Right from the beginning you defied all the rules and you would do anything to win a quidditch match. This is the last straw!" Growled Professor Snape has Harry Potter marched confidently towards him. Snape pulled the long sleeves of his cloak up to his elbow, preparing to launch into an endless tirade, but was halted when the skin on his fore-arm began to sear. The scarlet red, dark mark on his arm, appeared throbbing clearly. Snape looked from his arm to Potter in shock.
Harry grinned and scarlet red gleamed in his eyes. "Hello, Severus. Don't you recognise your Dark Lord? Or is it that you can't bring yourself to believe it's me, because your afraid the consequences of your betraying actions will finally be produced?" Voldemort snarled loudly, his face contorting with anger. "I think it's time you and I had a little chat. Imperius."
All of Snape's muscles locked and he felt his knees bending as a dark voice whispered in his mind. "Bow to me. Bow to your Dark Lord."
With a dazed Snape following him, Voldemort trudged down a beaten path into the dark forest. His mind filling with plans of torture and revenge. Meanwhile, back on the pitch, the mad bludgers suddenly dropped from the sky, falling with loud thuds onto the ground. The Slytherin boys were terribly battered and bruised, and quickly rushed themselves to the hospital wing. Malfoy who had been watching by the side, chuckled at the violence he had just witnessed, put his broom safely back into the shed and turned to follow the Dark Lord into the forest. This was his chance, his golden opportunity for greatness. If he played his cards right, Voldemort would make him an honorary death-eater. His right-hand man. That would definitely prove to his father that he was worthy to be called a Malfoy. Visions of his father congratulating him filled his mind as Draco swaggered into the dark forest. This was definitely his golden opportunity.
( I know this ends kind of weirdly but I'm trying not to rush things. And if there are any of you who are reading this and not reviewing it, please do because I'd really appreciate any feedback. Now that's going to make me sound really stupid if no one is reading it. Any way, hope you're enjoying it so far.)
*Disclaimer: No one except the wonderful Ms J.K Rowling owns these characters. And I am definitely not her so I guess I don't own any of these characters.* ;0)
Making his way down an empty corridor, he stared up around himself, memories of his years in Hogwarts returning to him in a flash. His pace quickened and he made his way over to an ancient painting of the Greek legend Medusa. As he approached, hundreds of tiny snakes which grew from Medusa's head, hissed, "Passssword." The grin on Voldemort's face grew broader as he felt his throat constrict, and began speaking parseltongue. The snakes of the painting reared up and stiffened and the painting swung open to reveal a circular opening. Crouching low, Voldemort manoeuvred Harry's body into the Slytherin common room. Once out of the cramped opening, Voldemort stepped into a deserted dark grey room. Pacing across the room, he began to inhale deeply. He seated himself onto a black cushiony chair and lay his head back. Memories of all the times he had spent in this common room with his followers came back to him. Those that had been loyal to him in the dark times had been with him right from the beginning. All except one. Snape.
Severus had been one of the most promising of his followers, but alas Snape had betrayed him and crossed over. It was all Dumbledore's doing, and he would be getting his just dessert soon enough. But first, Voldemort planned a surprise visit to his old friend, Severus.
With his eyes still closed, chuckling silently to himself, Voldemort didn't notice a pale blonde haired boy enter the room.
"Potter!!?? What are you doing here, maggot breath? How did you get in here?" snarled Draco as he lunged towards Harry. He curled his fist around Harry's cloak and pulled him close to his sneering face.
Harry's mouth opened, and a deep voice sounded. "Now, Malfoy. Is that any way to greet your Dark Lord?"
Draco's already pale face was bleached of colour as he quickly released Harry's cloak and stumbled backwards. He shook in bewilderment as he stuttered, "But how? How? When? How. How can you possibly be Harry Potter. Or in Potter's body?"
"Now, now. There will be time for explanations later. Right now I require a small favour from you. I believe that Severus Snape is the head of Slytherin house? Tomorrow you have quidditch practice?"
Malfoy gave a hasty nod, then leant down as Voldemort whispered the plan into his ear. He then, hurriedly knelt down on one knee and bowed his head at Voldemort.
"Yes, my Lord. I am your humble servant." With that Malfoy shot to his feet and backed out of the Slytherin common room. He had a task to complete, and he would do everything in his power to achieve it.
The day had dawned bright and clear, and there were no signs of Potter/Voldemort. Malfoy shook himself determinedly and hurried to get dressed for quidditch practice. Pulling his green cloak on, he flew from his room and aggressively awoke his team mates.
"Let's go! It's time to get started."
Moans and groans were met with icy glares from Malfoy. He turned his back and clambered out of the Slytherin common room. Pulling on his silver broom riding gloves, Malfoy strode through the corridors. The pale morning sun was streaming through the vast windows of the castle and Malfoy looked up to see a billowing red cloak, topped with a mop of mousy brown bushy hair. His lip curled into a sneer and he whispered to himself, "Filthy mudblood! Now that the Dark Lord is back in power, I'll make sure she's one of the first to go."
His eyes full of hatred, Malfoy continued striding down the hall until he turned abruptly at a large doorway that opened out towards the qudditch pitch. Storming to the broom shed where his firebolt 3000 was kept. He grasped the silver handle tightly then, waved his hand above the broom head. The silver shield surrounding the broom head, slid away, revealing a cluster of precisely trimmed twigs. Malfoy jumped onto his broom and flew up into the morning sky as his fellow team mates joined him on the quidditch pitch. Draco, hovered nervously as Marpolski and Brulstook, brought in the chest of balls. The heavy wooden chest was opened and unexpectedly the two black bludgers took off into the sky, vaulting themselves straight into two of Malfoy's team mates. Cries of pain filled the sky as the mad bludgers attacked the team. Malfoy ducked to avoid an oncoming bludger and turned to see, the distant figure of Harry Potter standing at the edge of the pitch. His eyes gleaming, scarlet red. Malfoy gave a slight nod and steered his broom towards the castle. Flying swiftly towards the highest window of the Eastern tower, Malfoy brought his broom to halt in front of the open window which led to Professor Snape's office.
"Professor! The bludgers have gone crazy. They're attacking everyone." Malfoy announced to Snape.
With a sigh, Snape nodded and began to stand.
"Professor, I saw Harry Potter. Standing by the ball chest. He could of done this. He could of bewitched them."
Snape's head snapped up in alertness. "Potter? Yes, of course Potter would do this." Professor Snape snarled as he slammed his fist down on his table. "I'll be right down."
Malfoy turned his broom and headed back down to the qudditch pitch, giving a slight nod to the figure at the edge of the field. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Malfoy turned to see an angry Snape storming onto the pitch. Two of his team mates were still being pummelled by the mad bludgers, while the others were cowering behind the goal posts.
The lone figure on the edge of the pitch began to march onto the grounds, meeting Snape head on.
"Potter! I know you did this! Right from the beginning you defied all the rules and you would do anything to win a quidditch match. This is the last straw!" Growled Professor Snape has Harry Potter marched confidently towards him. Snape pulled the long sleeves of his cloak up to his elbow, preparing to launch into an endless tirade, but was halted when the skin on his fore-arm began to sear. The scarlet red, dark mark on his arm, appeared throbbing clearly. Snape looked from his arm to Potter in shock.
Harry grinned and scarlet red gleamed in his eyes. "Hello, Severus. Don't you recognise your Dark Lord? Or is it that you can't bring yourself to believe it's me, because your afraid the consequences of your betraying actions will finally be produced?" Voldemort snarled loudly, his face contorting with anger. "I think it's time you and I had a little chat. Imperius."
All of Snape's muscles locked and he felt his knees bending as a dark voice whispered in his mind. "Bow to me. Bow to your Dark Lord."
With a dazed Snape following him, Voldemort trudged down a beaten path into the dark forest. His mind filling with plans of torture and revenge. Meanwhile, back on the pitch, the mad bludgers suddenly dropped from the sky, falling with loud thuds onto the ground. The Slytherin boys were terribly battered and bruised, and quickly rushed themselves to the hospital wing. Malfoy who had been watching by the side, chuckled at the violence he had just witnessed, put his broom safely back into the shed and turned to follow the Dark Lord into the forest. This was his chance, his golden opportunity for greatness. If he played his cards right, Voldemort would make him an honorary death-eater. His right-hand man. That would definitely prove to his father that he was worthy to be called a Malfoy. Visions of his father congratulating him filled his mind as Draco swaggered into the dark forest. This was definitely his golden opportunity.
( I know this ends kind of weirdly but I'm trying not to rush things. And if there are any of you who are reading this and not reviewing it, please do because I'd really appreciate any feedback. Now that's going to make me sound really stupid if no one is reading it. Any way, hope you're enjoying it so far.)
*Disclaimer: No one except the wonderful Ms J.K Rowling owns these characters. And I am definitely not her so I guess I don't own any of these characters.* ;0)
