What had happened? One minute he had been playing chess with Ron in the
common room and now he stood before Voldemort and his death eaters.
"Ah . . . Harry Potter, so kind of you to join us." The high pitched, heart-stopping voice
made shivers run down his spine. Sniggers sounded throughout the room from various
death eaters.
"Voldemort . . . where are we?" Harry demanded to know.
"Why Harry, we are in the Hogwarts infirmary, or better said, your body is. Spiritually,
we are on a plane of conciseness that transcends the physical universe. I thought it would
be best if we had a long-due 'chat.'"
"What would we have to talk about?" Harry said suspiciously. It seemed odd to Harry
that his scar did not burn, seeing as he was in such close proximity to the dark Lord, but
more pressing matters pushed this thought aside.
"I have come to the conclusion, young Harry, that it would be much more profitable to
have you join me, instead of dead or fighting against me." Voldemort lifted a hand in a sign
silence as Harry opened his mouth. "Silencio." No syllable escaped the boy's lips. "Yes, I am
aware that you would not willingly join us at this point in time. That is the reason I have
brought you here, a place where not even Dumbledore can follow you and from where you
can not escape without the creator's permission. Namely, mine." Laughter echoed on the
walls as Harry struggled not to let any of his panic show.
On the plane of reality, an argument had taken place among the occupants of the
infirmary.
"All of you are to leave here at once!" A high-pitched feminine voice sounded over the
.others.
"Harry needs support at this moment, however, I agree that the students should
return to their tower and get ready for their next class." An older, much more tired voice
said.
"What! Harry's our best friend! You can not kick us out." An adolescent boy's voice
seemed to squeak out.
"Come on. I think the boy needs help right now, not squabbling." Another masculine,
more mature voice pointed out.
"Silence!" A young feminine voice yelled over the out burst of opinion that then began.
"This arguing is not helping! If Harry does not have a head-ache by now, then I admire his
nerves." All voices died down at this voice of reasoning. "Look at him! He is in pain! Now,
Ron, come with me, we are most likely only in the way if we stay." Silence reigned as
Hermione continued. "Headmaster, I would suggest you call the help of others for this is no
ordinary vision that Harry is having."
"How would you know that?" James asked incredulously.
"I have seen him during many of his visions, Professor, but never has his scar actually
glowed." Ron explained.
"Thank you for your excellent advice, Ms Granger." Dumbledore said. "Be rest assured
we will act upon it." Hermione nodded and dragged Ron out of the room. "Severus, would
you be so kind as to contact Remus, seeing as you know where he is staying at the
moment." After a disgruntled look, Professor Snape swept out of the room. "Poppy, could
you go get Firenze? The knowledge of the centaurs are many and he might have an idea,
plus his presence might bring some comfort to Harry." Disgruntled, Madame Pomfrey
followed Snape. Turning to James, he said: "Am I correct in assuming you wish to stay here?"
The man nodded and moved to sit at his son's bedside, taking his hand in his own.
"Ah, Harry. How it delights me to hear you scream. It is the scream of pure
innocence, although I know you have seen much worse." At Harry's look of surprise, he
said: "Yes, I know that you still look in on my doings, I have allowed it, even encouraged it.
You know the rush of pleasure the high tones of pain can give you. You know the feeling
of satisfaction when you recognize the total control you have over a person."
"No, these are your feelings, not my own, Voldemort." Harry said, shaking his head
in denial. Despite his words on the contrary, his mind felt a rush of adrenaline course
through it at the memory, betraying him.
"Ah, I see your struggle, young Potter. I will help you to make up your mind.
Imperio!"
"Nooooo . . ." The boy's cries brought Dumbledore and James to his side in a second.
The feeling of helplessness washed over them as they watched him wrestle with an
unknown enemy.
"Dumbledore, what is happening with my son?" The older man could only shake his
head.
"Harry Potter is trapped in a world beyond our reach." Both men whirled toward the
door where a gigantic centaur stood stooping so that his head would not crack onto the
door frame.
"What do you mean by that?" James demanded.
"That means, that Voldemort has your son trapped on a plane in a place that we can
not enter."
"Where?"
"On a different plane of this world. It is an art trance which only few can break."
"Is there than no way, Firenze?" Dumbledore asked sadly.
"There is but one way. First we would need his father as he is more likely able to join
Harry for they are bonded by blood. I also need at least one other gifted in divination. The
more we have, the more chance we have."
"James," Dumbledore said quietly "go get Sybill. It is a slight chance, but we will take
it. In her flows the blood of a very powerful seer.
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