CHAPTER NINETEEN: Voldemort's Plans
That night after getting the kids to bed, Harry walked slowly to his room, and fell onto his bed. He was asleep before his head hit his pillow, still fully dressed. Hours later, Harry sat up and looked around. 'Where am I?' He thought to himself noticing that he was no longer in his room, but in what looked to be a deep dark dungeon. Harry stood up and pulled out his wand.
"Lumos." A bright light shot forth like a Muggle flash light, from Harry's wand. He began to look around, what he found made his skin crawl, and his fear rise; shackles hung from the ceiling and bones littered the floor. Large brown stains were carelessly spread sporadically over the walls, ceiling and floor. A large wooden door could be seen on the other end of the long room, Harry walked over to it, looking for a handle to open it up. Finding none, he started to say the unlocking spell, but was interrupted when the door opened suddenly. Harry jumped to the side, and hid as best he could against the wall, holding his breath. His scar suddenly started to burn and his head began to ache. Voldemort, followed by ten death eaters, marched into the room. Voldemort stopped suddenly in the middle and turned around. Harry could only press himself harder against the wall. Voldemort looked around an evil smile forming on his dark lips.
"I like it, this will be the perfect place to kill off that horrible boy, Harry Potter, and his annoying little friends. Any news from our spy within?" Voldemort asked Wormtail.
"Y-yes sir, it seems Harry Potter and his friends got themselves in to some trouble, and created children, my lord. The three of them have five children now. They are all living in Hogwarts." Wormtail, answered bowing to his dark lords feet, kissing each toe.
"Interesting... A twist I never would have seen, this will work out better in our plans to lure Mr. Potter and company off the grounds. We need to get our spy in, tell her to kidnap Harry's child, they will come running right into our trap. How old is this new bundle of dreadful joy?"
"A year and five months, your evilness." Wormtail bowed again.
"A year! They were with child for a year and five months, and I am only now learning of this important information?!? Crucio!" Wormtail screeched, as he fell to his side convulsing, and yelling at the same time in pain. Harry could not believe what he was hearing. A spy, kidnap, death. Oh crap, things were starting way to fast. He suddenly felt like he wasn't ready. Voldemort interrupted the 'What if' Marathon marching through Harry's head.
"Five children you say? All at the age of one? I have a feeling they are all very powerful, perhaps once their precious parents are gone, we could raise them. Make them evil, they would be good for our cause..." Harry did not get to hear anymore however, because he suddenly found himself sitting in his bed, sweat drenching his entire body, and blood seeping from his scar. His head felt like is had been hit by a bulger...a very large bulger. Harry moaned, and Hermione and Ron ran in.
"Harry what's wrong? We heard you yelling!" Hermione asked looking at him carefully. Harry placed his head in his hands and shook his head.
"We need to see Dumbledore, now. And we need to take our kids with us." Hermione and Ron nodded in pure confusion as they went into the nursery and gathered up all the babies quietly, careful not to wake them up, they placed them in slings. They walked out of their room, then out of the Gryffindor common room into the hall. They made it to Dumbledore's office in no time, and were about to start naming candies to figure out the password, then the gargoyle door opened, and Snape stepped out. The teens ran in, before Snape could say anything, and Snape followed behind them.
"I had just sent Professor Snape to go get you, please have a seat." The trio did.
"Sir, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I just had a dream...vision...I don't know what to call them anymore. But I was in a dungeon of some sort, with shackles, and bones, and dried up blood everywhere. Suddenly Voldemort walked in, and said that it would be a good place to kill Hermione, Ron and I. Then Wormtail said that there is a spy here, a girl. He also told Voldemort about our kids. Now Voldemort is planning on having the spy, kidnap one of the babies, to lure the three of us out. He said that our babies would be powerful and that he would kidnap the rest of them and raise them to be evil, and fight for his cause." Harry stated, without taking a breath. "I woke up covered in sweat, and my scar was bleeding, it's never done that before, also I feel like I have a migraine." Harry looked as if he was going to pass out at any minute.
"Well, that's a little bit more information then Professor Snape was able to find out. With that, we will be able to take extra processions in keeping you and your kids safe. As of now, there will be no leaving Hogwarts grounds, for any reason, with anybody but myself, understand?" The teens nodded. Hermione and Ron cradling the kids' tighter then normal, in shock. "Also, I know this will make thing a little hard, but you are not to leave your babies anywhere from now on. They are to eat, sleep, and go wherever you go. Bring a magic play pin, toys, drinks whatever you will need to all your classes with you. If they start to act out during class, just simply take the one acting out, into the hall as quietly as you can. When the tantrum is over, and you have your toddler calmed down, come back in and start where you left off. I will instruct the teachers to help you out a little more, because you will have to watch your kids and learn at the same time. Do not leave the kids with anyone except a teacher you trust. Your Nannies will be sent on a long term paid vacation until we find out who the spy is." Dumbledore told them, grimly. "Why don't the eight of you stay in my extra chambers tonight, I will talk to your nannies first thing tomorrow morning." The trio nodded, and let Dumbledore guide them to his chambers, where he quickly conjured up extra beds, and cradles. The seventeen year olds placed their loved babies in the cradles by their beds, and sat down themselves, all wild-eyed, not taking their hands away from the kids. Dumbledore stood in the doorway watching his students and their babies, with sad eyes. Hard times indeed.
That night after getting the kids to bed, Harry walked slowly to his room, and fell onto his bed. He was asleep before his head hit his pillow, still fully dressed. Hours later, Harry sat up and looked around. 'Where am I?' He thought to himself noticing that he was no longer in his room, but in what looked to be a deep dark dungeon. Harry stood up and pulled out his wand.
"Lumos." A bright light shot forth like a Muggle flash light, from Harry's wand. He began to look around, what he found made his skin crawl, and his fear rise; shackles hung from the ceiling and bones littered the floor. Large brown stains were carelessly spread sporadically over the walls, ceiling and floor. A large wooden door could be seen on the other end of the long room, Harry walked over to it, looking for a handle to open it up. Finding none, he started to say the unlocking spell, but was interrupted when the door opened suddenly. Harry jumped to the side, and hid as best he could against the wall, holding his breath. His scar suddenly started to burn and his head began to ache. Voldemort, followed by ten death eaters, marched into the room. Voldemort stopped suddenly in the middle and turned around. Harry could only press himself harder against the wall. Voldemort looked around an evil smile forming on his dark lips.
"I like it, this will be the perfect place to kill off that horrible boy, Harry Potter, and his annoying little friends. Any news from our spy within?" Voldemort asked Wormtail.
"Y-yes sir, it seems Harry Potter and his friends got themselves in to some trouble, and created children, my lord. The three of them have five children now. They are all living in Hogwarts." Wormtail, answered bowing to his dark lords feet, kissing each toe.
"Interesting... A twist I never would have seen, this will work out better in our plans to lure Mr. Potter and company off the grounds. We need to get our spy in, tell her to kidnap Harry's child, they will come running right into our trap. How old is this new bundle of dreadful joy?"
"A year and five months, your evilness." Wormtail bowed again.
"A year! They were with child for a year and five months, and I am only now learning of this important information?!? Crucio!" Wormtail screeched, as he fell to his side convulsing, and yelling at the same time in pain. Harry could not believe what he was hearing. A spy, kidnap, death. Oh crap, things were starting way to fast. He suddenly felt like he wasn't ready. Voldemort interrupted the 'What if' Marathon marching through Harry's head.
"Five children you say? All at the age of one? I have a feeling they are all very powerful, perhaps once their precious parents are gone, we could raise them. Make them evil, they would be good for our cause..." Harry did not get to hear anymore however, because he suddenly found himself sitting in his bed, sweat drenching his entire body, and blood seeping from his scar. His head felt like is had been hit by a bulger...a very large bulger. Harry moaned, and Hermione and Ron ran in.
"Harry what's wrong? We heard you yelling!" Hermione asked looking at him carefully. Harry placed his head in his hands and shook his head.
"We need to see Dumbledore, now. And we need to take our kids with us." Hermione and Ron nodded in pure confusion as they went into the nursery and gathered up all the babies quietly, careful not to wake them up, they placed them in slings. They walked out of their room, then out of the Gryffindor common room into the hall. They made it to Dumbledore's office in no time, and were about to start naming candies to figure out the password, then the gargoyle door opened, and Snape stepped out. The teens ran in, before Snape could say anything, and Snape followed behind them.
"I had just sent Professor Snape to go get you, please have a seat." The trio did.
"Sir, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I just had a dream...vision...I don't know what to call them anymore. But I was in a dungeon of some sort, with shackles, and bones, and dried up blood everywhere. Suddenly Voldemort walked in, and said that it would be a good place to kill Hermione, Ron and I. Then Wormtail said that there is a spy here, a girl. He also told Voldemort about our kids. Now Voldemort is planning on having the spy, kidnap one of the babies, to lure the three of us out. He said that our babies would be powerful and that he would kidnap the rest of them and raise them to be evil, and fight for his cause." Harry stated, without taking a breath. "I woke up covered in sweat, and my scar was bleeding, it's never done that before, also I feel like I have a migraine." Harry looked as if he was going to pass out at any minute.
"Well, that's a little bit more information then Professor Snape was able to find out. With that, we will be able to take extra processions in keeping you and your kids safe. As of now, there will be no leaving Hogwarts grounds, for any reason, with anybody but myself, understand?" The teens nodded. Hermione and Ron cradling the kids' tighter then normal, in shock. "Also, I know this will make thing a little hard, but you are not to leave your babies anywhere from now on. They are to eat, sleep, and go wherever you go. Bring a magic play pin, toys, drinks whatever you will need to all your classes with you. If they start to act out during class, just simply take the one acting out, into the hall as quietly as you can. When the tantrum is over, and you have your toddler calmed down, come back in and start where you left off. I will instruct the teachers to help you out a little more, because you will have to watch your kids and learn at the same time. Do not leave the kids with anyone except a teacher you trust. Your Nannies will be sent on a long term paid vacation until we find out who the spy is." Dumbledore told them, grimly. "Why don't the eight of you stay in my extra chambers tonight, I will talk to your nannies first thing tomorrow morning." The trio nodded, and let Dumbledore guide them to his chambers, where he quickly conjured up extra beds, and cradles. The seventeen year olds placed their loved babies in the cradles by their beds, and sat down themselves, all wild-eyed, not taking their hands away from the kids. Dumbledore stood in the doorway watching his students and their babies, with sad eyes. Hard times indeed.