Warning: Violence, death, language. Full credit to JKR and WB. I had every intent to make this the last chapter but it would have been way to long so I broke it down into two chapters, the other will post shortly.


Because I Said
Chapter 9 Kneel at my Feet Son
By WittchWay

Harry rubbed at the scar upon his head, a dull ache had settled behind his eyes. He could still feel the burn of Voldemorts hands against his skin, the crawl of the dark Lords haunting words within his being. Harry stood on shaking legs, picking up his dropped wand.

He made slowly for the door, stumbling into the door jam, "stop it" he whispered, righting himself. He had to stay focused, he had to be strong, weakness was not an option. He pulled himself through the door out to the main hallway. The hallway loomed over him, looking larger than he remembered, paintings, the odd piece of furniture, statues posed in odd position littered the hall. His vision swam in and out of focus. Harry grasped the banister and stumbled his way down the stairs, his mind still slightly hazy. Harry groaned and achenly, raced down the rest of the steps. As he came down the finally flight of stairs, Goyal Sr. burst through the front doors dragging a fellow death eater. He dumped the body in the entranceway, "Snape" he yelled his eye-catching sight of Harry. "Finally got your ass of the floor...?" he smirked, shaking his head in disgust.

Harry skirted around the body and Goyal's blood soaked robes... he was getting the distinct impression that he was not so welcomed. These death eaters and followers of Lord Voldemort didn't find the boy who lived as loyal as they themselves. Snape came bustling out of a side room with several vials in hand and started to administor potions to both men. He handed Goyal a rag for a cut on his head, the older man flinched at the antiseptic on the rag. He shrugged a shoulder toward Potter, Snape looked up.

Harry back toward the door, "Where you going Potter?" He grabbed Harry by the arm shaking him slightly "Damn it, you shouldn't have kept him waiting."

Harry shook his head...yanking his arm out of Snape's grip, his voice dangerously low, "he doesn't trust me...". Harry couldn't lose the closest thing he would ever have for family, even if it was Voldemort. Harry's hand shook slightly; he wanted to scream all he wanted was family, parents, a home, structure of some sort. He yearned for the basic parental needs; he yearned for what a family and closeness of relatives. To know where he came from, to know what his family history and lineage was.

Voldemort burst through the front doors, his cloak billowing behind him. He halted a moment glaring at Goyal, "get back out there" he snarled. The man jumped and hurried out the door. The dark lord narrowed his eyes, crossing the room cupping his son's chin, forcing him to look up.

"Dumbledore's calling you out. Brave foolish man, wants to duel for your loyalty," he yanked the young wizard into the library to the left, causing Harry to stumble at the Dark Lords feet, "I won't lie to you, I began questioning your loyalty the moment you arrived."

Voldemort pulled Harry to his feet slamming him into a bookshelf, "you are barely worthy of being my son" he hissed. "You spent too many years with muggles and mudbloods." Voldemort stepped back a step pulling his wand, Harry cringed at the sight of it dropping to his knees, He remembered clearly the last time Voldemort had pointed his wand at him. What their wands had done together, the power that had coursed through them.

The Dark Wizard raised his wand slightly higher, "Are you Loyal Harry Potter? Will you bow at my feet? Accept your dark mark willingly? Will you accept your rightful place by my side?"

Harry pulled himself to a kneeling position, his head bowed and nodded.

"You give in so easily Harry Potter, you bow at my feet so readily. You so readily accept your lot in life." Voldemort turned narrowing his eyes, "some how I imagined the great Harry Potter as a more clever boy. Not only because he was my son...but because that is what legend made him out to be."

Turning twirling his wand in hand circling like a caged animal Voldemort was not pleased, "You see what infuriated me since the day you arrived at Hogwarts splendid school is your dismissal of I, the one person who held every link of your being. You dismissed me your first year and again second year. All the evidence was there, you looked like me as I did at your age and I told you so right they're in the chamber of secrets." Voldemort paced an crossed the room, "that chamber that should have been you first clue. Didn't the rumors fly that only a Salazar Slytherin heir could open the chamber.... Rumors flew that you were Slytherin heir...but did you listen to them?"

Voldemort shoved Harry back to the ground...Harry knelt at his feet hunched over, "Dumbledore..." the boy muttered, "every time I told him anything, about the chamber, how Tom Riddle said I looked like him, about that night in the graveyard...the sorting Hat" he choked out.

Voldemort nudged him with the steel tip of his boot, "You believed a fool like Dumbledore, you believed everything he ever feed you...disgusting really how you let yourself be lead by the man". Harry stared up him, an anger burned with in his chest, he stood slowly gripping a book shelf ledge to steady himself.

"Prove your loyalty, Son" he spat, "prove that you are truly one of us. That you belong in this house."

Harry gripped his wand, looking up to meet Voldemorts reddish eyes. Is this what he had to do gain family? Prove his loyalty? Harry smirked, then by damn he would prove that loyalty.

"I shall expect nothing less than the capture, torture and kill of that muggle loving fool Dumbledore…Son" he growled.


Harry slowly meet Voldemorts red eyes, "yes father,".

TBC

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