A mask of plastic happiness often covers her sadness
Her beliefs hidden from most
Afraid of, but willing to face the unknown
Wondering where her place is in this life
She has come close to sharing herself
Never completely revealing anything to anyone
Feelings of invisible chains corner her
When she dreams, reality shatters before her very eyes
Accomplishments she strives for just at hands grasp
She feels lost sometimes, not yet finding her notch in this world
At times the glimmer in her calm eyes slowly disappears
But within her heart a silent flame burns her inside and out
She roams day by day, playing roles
Strength unknowingly resides in her
History repeats itself once again
The translucent veil she so proudly wears
Little by little answers will come, pushing it aside
One day there will be no more mask for her to wear
One day her beliefs will be known
One day she'll know her place in this life
One day she will share herself
ONE DAY this mask will be NO MORE
-Wolfgirl 'The mask'
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Hate is a Powerful Thing
Chapter Five: Dreams
By: MostEvilKitten
* Dream * (No more like a dream of a memory)
Harry sat at the end of his bed feeling weak from the lack of food. He hadn't eaten a proper meal since he felt Hogwarts, but he wasn't sure how long ago that was since the window was boarded up. His Uncle would come every now and then with some old moldy bread and a little water, but it was never enough to build up his strength. Even if he had enough food to build his strength there was always the fact that his Uncle would punish him for being who he was.
Right now Harry could smell something cooking from downstairs. It smelt rather good and with a grumble of his stomach wished that he could have some of it to eat, but he knew that was wishful thinking.
He brought his hand up and inspected a cut that he had across his arm. He whined in pain has his shaky hand clumsily played over the cut. The room didn't have enough light to really make it out with his eyes so he had to use his other senses. He now knew what it must feel like to be blind, because he really hadn't seen anything for a while, not since his Uncle was last in the room. That was the only time that light was allowed in the room.
He could still smell the food cooking downstairs has he heard heavy feet on the stairs climbing them and then walking down the hall towards his room. His heart stopped.
"It can't be that time already." He said to himself. His Uncle wouldn't come up to 'punish' them until after the evening news, but it wasn't even dinnertime yet and there were heavy footsteps outside his door. He rushed over to 'his corner' trying to get as far away from the door as possible.
A moment later the door flew wide open and there in the doorway was Vernon Dursley standing with a plate of what looked like turkey meat steaming with the most beautiful smell his ever knew. He looked at the food longingly as Vernon stood there smiled maliciously at the boy.
"I guess you want some of this don't you?" asked Vernon. Harry knew that the man was only teasing him with the food, but as to not make Vernon madder than he already was he nodded his head in response.
"Y...Yes sir." He said. He was barely strong enough to speak.
"Well then here you go, boy, and eat it all." Said Vernon as he placed the plate on the floor near the boy. Harry looked from the plate to Vernon and back again warily. He did trust the food, if Vernon was going to readily give it to him like that. "What is the food your Aunt cooks not good enough for you?" There was anger in the voice.
Fearing his Uncle's wraith he quickly went to the plate and picked up a small piece of meat. Putting it in his mouth he looked up at Vernon to see that the man still had his sadistic smile as he watched the boy. He tasted the meat and nothing seemed wrong with it, in fact it was really good, so he drove into the food. Eating every bite of it hungrily.
When he was done he went back to 'his corner' and waited for Vernon to collect the plate. Vernon, with plate in hand, stopped at the door before exiting. "I gather you like the food?" Harry nodded in answer. "Yes? Well who knew that owl meat could taste so good?" Vernon said with a laugh.
Harry's heart dropped down into his stomach. 'Did he just say owl meat. NO. Hedwig.' Tears came to Harry's eyes as he realized what Vernon made him do. It was as if the fat Muggle had just put him under the Imperius Curse and he killed his owl himself.
"At least that ruddy owl won't be trying to get out and send for help. Oh yeah." Vernon turned back to look at the boy in the eye. "We burnt the rest of those wizard things of your, but that damned stick of your wouldn't burn so we broke it in two." He pulled out Harry wand from his jacket pocket. It was indeed broken in half. Harry now let the tears fall down his cheeks, what about his books and robes, his photo album, his father's invisibility cloak? They were all destroyed, even the only things that connected him to his parent. They were all gone and he would never get them back, as he would never get Hedwig back.
Vernon laughed maliciously as he threw the broken wand into the room and slammed the door, locking each and every lock before heading back down stairs to have his own dinner. Harry crawled towards his broken wand whispered Hedwig's name as he inched closer and closer to the wand. When he got there he picked up the wand and caressed it in his hands.
"Why me?" he whispered as he broke down crying.
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Sirius sat there in a chair next to Harry's bed and watched his Godson sleep. Silent tears streaked down his cheeks as he looked at the frail form of the boy, wondering just how much stuff the boy had to deal with in his short life. It all just seemed unfair. It seemed to Sirius that Harry had done and see and gone through so much stuff, more than he had every had to go through when he was in Azkaban for twelve years. Now that was saying something.
But now he knew where Harry was and that he was alive, Sirius could breathe a breath of relief, but then he started to worry about the boy. Harry would be mentally screwed up when he came out of this coma, if he came out of the coma. The damage could have been too much and he would be in this coma forever, and so that is what he would do. Sit next to Harry until he woke up or until Sirius died. He promised Harry that as he sat there next to the boy. He promised that no matter what he would be right by Harry's side, no matter what.
Sirius examined the boy's body to look at every cut, every bruise and his blood started to boil. How could someone do something like this, it was inhuman? Oh yes he was going to have a nice long 'talk' with the Dursley's about this. He would 'talk' to him about every cut, every bruise, every burn, every broken bone and the.
He couldn't bring himself to think about it. It was so unthinkable.
So as to stop think about the horrors inflicted on the boy he turned his thoughts to Albus Dumbledore. Did the Headmaster know about what was happening at the Dursley's? He was going to find out. He would go up to that room in Albus' office where he had the wards, and look at every single one of them to see if the older man knew what was going on, but for some reason he was having a hard time trusting Snape over Dumbledore.
He couldn't see the older man being manipulative like that. It just wasn't Albus Dumbledore at all, but then again what was it that Snape said. 'He is a manipulative old coot that uses everyone around him as a tool to get what he wants.' Was Dumbledore using him as a tool, was he using Harry? Had he used Lily and James as tools? Oh James. The memory of James was too painful for him.
Sirius and James Potter had always been best friends; no they were more than best friend. Sirius would sometimes get extremely jealous of Lily, because Sirius had loved James just as much, but it was Lily in the end that won him over. Sometimes Sirius thought he saw sadden look in James' eyes when he would look at Sirius as if he really wanted to be with Sirius, but Sirius just played it off as a flight of fantasy.
Sirius had loved James so much that he let James go, but that didn't mean that he still wasn't James' best friend. The only other person who knew about Sirius and James' relationship was Remus. He was actually happy for the both of them and when James went for Lily Remus was there for Sirius. Remus had always been there for Sirius even now.
But now Sirius had to be there for James' son, to make up for the mistakes of the past. He was going to protect Harry like he could never protect his father.
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Severus pulled the hood of his cloak up over his head and let the shadows of the deep hood cover his face. He hadn't had time to get his Death Eater mask from his chambers; he wanted to get this over with so that he could be in the hospital wing taking the potions to counteract the effects of the Cruico Curse.
He walked quickly from the graveyard near the Riddle house, up into the house itself where Voldemort had been staying. He was stopped at the entrance by a couple of Death Eater guards and was forced to present his Dark Mark in order to enter.
Once he was inside the house he quickly headed up the stairs to the room where he knew that Voldemort would be. Outside the room stood another Death Eater. This one would wait outside of the room to inform the Dark Lord that someone had arrived or to give the Dark Lord various bits of information that was useful. Severus walked up to the Death Eater and glared at him for a moment before tell him who he was and why he was there.
The other Death Eater nodded and entered the room. Severus could hear the Death Eater stutter out his name and then he knew which Death Eater it was. Wormtail. The person who betrayed Harry and his parent to Voldemort, the person who was responsible for 'his' Lily's death, oh how he hated the man.
When Wormtail came back out of the room he told Severus that Voldemort would see him Wormtail let him enter the room. The room was rather dark, only the small fire in the fireplace was lighting the room. There wasn't that much furniture in the room either. There were two high back chairs, one with its back to the door and the other facing that chair. In between the two chairs stood a small coffee table with an old wizards chess set on it. It seemed as if there was a game in play.
Severus watched has a pale hand reached down and moved a pawn a couple of spaces out of it start position to guard another pawn that he had moved before. Then he moved the board so that the other side was facing him and he sat on contemplated the next move.
"Do you play chess Severus?" asked the man in the chair. His voice was cold and he seemed to hiss the words out.
"I do a little my Lord." Responded Severus.
"Then you can appreciate the strategy of it." Voldemort said and then gestured for Severus to take the seat across from him. Severus walked over to the seat and sat down looking the whole time at the chessboard. Not daring to look up at Voldemort out of fear of the man. "First you have the two Kings, who can't really do anything but move one space around the board, but they are the most important pieces of the game, because if are taken then the game is over." Voldemort said again and then moved a black pawn out into play, before turning the board again and playing the white pieces.
"Then you have the next important piece, the queen. The Queen can move any way she wants she is powerful. There are the other pieces on the back row, the knight, the hook and the castle. They are powerful in there own right, but in the end ultimately expendable, but the most expendable of all is the pawn. You use them to draw out the other pieces to get them in position to be taken by other pawns or your piece of power." Voldemort moved a white knight out onto the main board and became the black side again.
"But the most ironic thing about chest compared to real life, is that the pieces are black and white. They chest doesn't allow for the shades of gray that are in real life, and to the light side of this war, they can only see the black and white of the world. They cannot see the things that are needed to be done for survival. Like being a spy." the last few words had great meaning in them and suddenly Severus began to panic. He went to say something but was stopped by Voldemort.
"No need my dear Severus. I have known you were a spy for Dumbledore long before that incident with our young Harry Potter. You are only trying to survive; you also give me as much information than you do that old man. If you didn't you would have been dead long before that time." Severus breathed a sigh of relief and it seemed like a little weight was taken off his shoulders. Voldemort knew he was a spy, but now he was more like a double agent, supplying both sides with information.
"Yes Severus you are a pawn, being used by both sides to get what they want. It is a pity really, you could have been one of the pieces of power, but now, it would be very hard to claim one of those positions." Voldemort's cold words cut him deeply. He was feeling torn, in one hand you had the light side with Albus Dumbledore who was using a boy as a pawn and letting him be abused by his relatives, and in the other hand you had the dark side you had Voldemort who was a mass murder, killing people for fun and sport. The two sides seemed to blend together into a side that he was on, the gray side. Where people stayed to be safe from both side. Not to be a pawn of the light side and not to be killed by the dark side. He knew he would have to leave the gray side soon enough and choose between the dark and light side soon enough, he just didn't want to. His thoughts were interrupted as Voldemort continued to speak.
"Now take our young Harry Potter here." He picked up a white pawn form the board and studied it. "Dumbledore is using the boy as a pawn to draw me out so that his piece of power can take me down, if the boy does kill me himself. If the boy isn't doing something that Dumbledore deems important then he leaves the boy to the wolves and to fend for himself. I can relate to the boy, as I was orphaned as a child and it was the same way with me when I went to Hogwarts and Dumbledore leave me at the orphanage during the summer with the abusive caretakers, even through I told him about the things that happen there." Voldemort placed the pawn into play and became black again. Then he picked up the black queen and studied that piece.
"Dumbledore doesn't see thing as I do. He doesn't see the little things that effect people as I do. He looks at the greater picture and that is all he looks at. He looks at Harry and only sees a pawn that he can use, but when I see Harry I see something different. I see the piece of utmost power. He is not a pawn he is a queen with the power to end everything, but because Dumbledore cannot see this I don't see the boy being the white queen." Voldemort move the queen into a 'check mate' position of the board. "I see him in black." He said before tipping over the white king signifying the end of the game.
Severus though about this and with a heavy heart he had to agree with Voldemort on this one. Unless Dumbledore did something to change his way of thinking right away he would soon lose Harry to Voldemort and the world would be over run with darkness.
"I know what you were going to tell me about the boy Severus." Said Voldemort and Severus looked up quickly, but he couldn't see the Dark Lord's face it was hidden by a shadow that the high back chair made, but he could see that Voldemort was dressed in black robes and his hands were extremely pale, as if they had never seen the sun.
"The boy is not at his abusive relatives house anymore. Someone has taken him haven't they Severus." All Severus could do is nod is head in response. "And you haven't told Dumbledore about this?" Severus shook his head no. "Well then this is and interesting turn of events. I was planning on rescuing the boy from his relatives, but it seems that you have already done that. Yes I think this is better than what I was planning. I have seen the boy's future Severus and it is going just as I want it too. You did good by me with this, but there is one thing that I am a little anger about Severus."
"Yes my Lord."
"You didn't tell me you knew which wards Dumbledore had up around the boy's house, and for that you will be punished, Cruico." Severus dropped to the floor screaming in pain until Voldemort was satisfied that he was learned his lesson. "Next time I will want you to be more loyal to me." That was the last thing he knew until he woke up in the hospital wing at Hogwarts.
The first person he saw was Albus sitting in the chair next to his bed. He groaned inwardly. He didn't want to deal with the bastard right now, but the man was so persistent.
"Awww. Severus you are back in the land of the living. If you don't mind me asking what did Voldemort have to say about Harry."
'Of course I mind you asking, my head feeling like it is about to exploded and you can't wait for one moment before getting what you want.' Was the answer Severus wished he could say but he answer the Headmaster differently? "If he does know where the boy is he isn't telling me Albus. I think he is suspicious of me right and doesn't trust me with the more... sensitive things." He said and heard Dumbledore sigh sadly.
"Are you sure he didn't give you a clue as to where the boy maybe."
"Yes Albus I am sorry about it, but I don't know if he knows where the boy is, although I am sure he has is suspicious."
'Yes of course. Of course." Albus said before leaving the hospital wing. Severus was alone to think about was Voldemort had told him.
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* Dream *
Harry was in the green field again, surround by silver flowers and the man that looked just like him, but without the scar, was sitting close by watching him careful.
"You had another dream again didn't you Harry?" asked you man and Harry simple nodded his head. A single tear fell down his cheek. "Oh Harry I am sorry that they would do those things to you. I know how it feeling to be left alone with people like that." Harry picked up a silver flower and studied it. "Remember Harry, here in this field no one can touch you, and no one can hurt you. I won't let them."
Harry looked up at the man with a hopeful expression. "You promise?" he asked.
"Yes Harry I promise." Harry smiled at this and dived at the man as he was pulled into a hug.
"Thanks Tom."
Her beliefs hidden from most
Afraid of, but willing to face the unknown
Wondering where her place is in this life
She has come close to sharing herself
Never completely revealing anything to anyone
Feelings of invisible chains corner her
When she dreams, reality shatters before her very eyes
Accomplishments she strives for just at hands grasp
She feels lost sometimes, not yet finding her notch in this world
At times the glimmer in her calm eyes slowly disappears
But within her heart a silent flame burns her inside and out
She roams day by day, playing roles
Strength unknowingly resides in her
History repeats itself once again
The translucent veil she so proudly wears
Little by little answers will come, pushing it aside
One day there will be no more mask for her to wear
One day her beliefs will be known
One day she'll know her place in this life
One day she will share herself
ONE DAY this mask will be NO MORE
-Wolfgirl 'The mask'
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Hate is a Powerful Thing
Chapter Five: Dreams
By: MostEvilKitten
* Dream * (No more like a dream of a memory)
Harry sat at the end of his bed feeling weak from the lack of food. He hadn't eaten a proper meal since he felt Hogwarts, but he wasn't sure how long ago that was since the window was boarded up. His Uncle would come every now and then with some old moldy bread and a little water, but it was never enough to build up his strength. Even if he had enough food to build his strength there was always the fact that his Uncle would punish him for being who he was.
Right now Harry could smell something cooking from downstairs. It smelt rather good and with a grumble of his stomach wished that he could have some of it to eat, but he knew that was wishful thinking.
He brought his hand up and inspected a cut that he had across his arm. He whined in pain has his shaky hand clumsily played over the cut. The room didn't have enough light to really make it out with his eyes so he had to use his other senses. He now knew what it must feel like to be blind, because he really hadn't seen anything for a while, not since his Uncle was last in the room. That was the only time that light was allowed in the room.
He could still smell the food cooking downstairs has he heard heavy feet on the stairs climbing them and then walking down the hall towards his room. His heart stopped.
"It can't be that time already." He said to himself. His Uncle wouldn't come up to 'punish' them until after the evening news, but it wasn't even dinnertime yet and there were heavy footsteps outside his door. He rushed over to 'his corner' trying to get as far away from the door as possible.
A moment later the door flew wide open and there in the doorway was Vernon Dursley standing with a plate of what looked like turkey meat steaming with the most beautiful smell his ever knew. He looked at the food longingly as Vernon stood there smiled maliciously at the boy.
"I guess you want some of this don't you?" asked Vernon. Harry knew that the man was only teasing him with the food, but as to not make Vernon madder than he already was he nodded his head in response.
"Y...Yes sir." He said. He was barely strong enough to speak.
"Well then here you go, boy, and eat it all." Said Vernon as he placed the plate on the floor near the boy. Harry looked from the plate to Vernon and back again warily. He did trust the food, if Vernon was going to readily give it to him like that. "What is the food your Aunt cooks not good enough for you?" There was anger in the voice.
Fearing his Uncle's wraith he quickly went to the plate and picked up a small piece of meat. Putting it in his mouth he looked up at Vernon to see that the man still had his sadistic smile as he watched the boy. He tasted the meat and nothing seemed wrong with it, in fact it was really good, so he drove into the food. Eating every bite of it hungrily.
When he was done he went back to 'his corner' and waited for Vernon to collect the plate. Vernon, with plate in hand, stopped at the door before exiting. "I gather you like the food?" Harry nodded in answer. "Yes? Well who knew that owl meat could taste so good?" Vernon said with a laugh.
Harry's heart dropped down into his stomach. 'Did he just say owl meat. NO. Hedwig.' Tears came to Harry's eyes as he realized what Vernon made him do. It was as if the fat Muggle had just put him under the Imperius Curse and he killed his owl himself.
"At least that ruddy owl won't be trying to get out and send for help. Oh yeah." Vernon turned back to look at the boy in the eye. "We burnt the rest of those wizard things of your, but that damned stick of your wouldn't burn so we broke it in two." He pulled out Harry wand from his jacket pocket. It was indeed broken in half. Harry now let the tears fall down his cheeks, what about his books and robes, his photo album, his father's invisibility cloak? They were all destroyed, even the only things that connected him to his parent. They were all gone and he would never get them back, as he would never get Hedwig back.
Vernon laughed maliciously as he threw the broken wand into the room and slammed the door, locking each and every lock before heading back down stairs to have his own dinner. Harry crawled towards his broken wand whispered Hedwig's name as he inched closer and closer to the wand. When he got there he picked up the wand and caressed it in his hands.
"Why me?" he whispered as he broke down crying.
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Sirius sat there in a chair next to Harry's bed and watched his Godson sleep. Silent tears streaked down his cheeks as he looked at the frail form of the boy, wondering just how much stuff the boy had to deal with in his short life. It all just seemed unfair. It seemed to Sirius that Harry had done and see and gone through so much stuff, more than he had every had to go through when he was in Azkaban for twelve years. Now that was saying something.
But now he knew where Harry was and that he was alive, Sirius could breathe a breath of relief, but then he started to worry about the boy. Harry would be mentally screwed up when he came out of this coma, if he came out of the coma. The damage could have been too much and he would be in this coma forever, and so that is what he would do. Sit next to Harry until he woke up or until Sirius died. He promised Harry that as he sat there next to the boy. He promised that no matter what he would be right by Harry's side, no matter what.
Sirius examined the boy's body to look at every cut, every bruise and his blood started to boil. How could someone do something like this, it was inhuman? Oh yes he was going to have a nice long 'talk' with the Dursley's about this. He would 'talk' to him about every cut, every bruise, every burn, every broken bone and the.
He couldn't bring himself to think about it. It was so unthinkable.
So as to stop think about the horrors inflicted on the boy he turned his thoughts to Albus Dumbledore. Did the Headmaster know about what was happening at the Dursley's? He was going to find out. He would go up to that room in Albus' office where he had the wards, and look at every single one of them to see if the older man knew what was going on, but for some reason he was having a hard time trusting Snape over Dumbledore.
He couldn't see the older man being manipulative like that. It just wasn't Albus Dumbledore at all, but then again what was it that Snape said. 'He is a manipulative old coot that uses everyone around him as a tool to get what he wants.' Was Dumbledore using him as a tool, was he using Harry? Had he used Lily and James as tools? Oh James. The memory of James was too painful for him.
Sirius and James Potter had always been best friends; no they were more than best friend. Sirius would sometimes get extremely jealous of Lily, because Sirius had loved James just as much, but it was Lily in the end that won him over. Sometimes Sirius thought he saw sadden look in James' eyes when he would look at Sirius as if he really wanted to be with Sirius, but Sirius just played it off as a flight of fantasy.
Sirius had loved James so much that he let James go, but that didn't mean that he still wasn't James' best friend. The only other person who knew about Sirius and James' relationship was Remus. He was actually happy for the both of them and when James went for Lily Remus was there for Sirius. Remus had always been there for Sirius even now.
But now Sirius had to be there for James' son, to make up for the mistakes of the past. He was going to protect Harry like he could never protect his father.
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Severus pulled the hood of his cloak up over his head and let the shadows of the deep hood cover his face. He hadn't had time to get his Death Eater mask from his chambers; he wanted to get this over with so that he could be in the hospital wing taking the potions to counteract the effects of the Cruico Curse.
He walked quickly from the graveyard near the Riddle house, up into the house itself where Voldemort had been staying. He was stopped at the entrance by a couple of Death Eater guards and was forced to present his Dark Mark in order to enter.
Once he was inside the house he quickly headed up the stairs to the room where he knew that Voldemort would be. Outside the room stood another Death Eater. This one would wait outside of the room to inform the Dark Lord that someone had arrived or to give the Dark Lord various bits of information that was useful. Severus walked up to the Death Eater and glared at him for a moment before tell him who he was and why he was there.
The other Death Eater nodded and entered the room. Severus could hear the Death Eater stutter out his name and then he knew which Death Eater it was. Wormtail. The person who betrayed Harry and his parent to Voldemort, the person who was responsible for 'his' Lily's death, oh how he hated the man.
When Wormtail came back out of the room he told Severus that Voldemort would see him Wormtail let him enter the room. The room was rather dark, only the small fire in the fireplace was lighting the room. There wasn't that much furniture in the room either. There were two high back chairs, one with its back to the door and the other facing that chair. In between the two chairs stood a small coffee table with an old wizards chess set on it. It seemed as if there was a game in play.
Severus watched has a pale hand reached down and moved a pawn a couple of spaces out of it start position to guard another pawn that he had moved before. Then he moved the board so that the other side was facing him and he sat on contemplated the next move.
"Do you play chess Severus?" asked the man in the chair. His voice was cold and he seemed to hiss the words out.
"I do a little my Lord." Responded Severus.
"Then you can appreciate the strategy of it." Voldemort said and then gestured for Severus to take the seat across from him. Severus walked over to the seat and sat down looking the whole time at the chessboard. Not daring to look up at Voldemort out of fear of the man. "First you have the two Kings, who can't really do anything but move one space around the board, but they are the most important pieces of the game, because if are taken then the game is over." Voldemort said again and then moved a black pawn out into play, before turning the board again and playing the white pieces.
"Then you have the next important piece, the queen. The Queen can move any way she wants she is powerful. There are the other pieces on the back row, the knight, the hook and the castle. They are powerful in there own right, but in the end ultimately expendable, but the most expendable of all is the pawn. You use them to draw out the other pieces to get them in position to be taken by other pawns or your piece of power." Voldemort moved a white knight out onto the main board and became the black side again.
"But the most ironic thing about chest compared to real life, is that the pieces are black and white. They chest doesn't allow for the shades of gray that are in real life, and to the light side of this war, they can only see the black and white of the world. They cannot see the things that are needed to be done for survival. Like being a spy." the last few words had great meaning in them and suddenly Severus began to panic. He went to say something but was stopped by Voldemort.
"No need my dear Severus. I have known you were a spy for Dumbledore long before that incident with our young Harry Potter. You are only trying to survive; you also give me as much information than you do that old man. If you didn't you would have been dead long before that time." Severus breathed a sigh of relief and it seemed like a little weight was taken off his shoulders. Voldemort knew he was a spy, but now he was more like a double agent, supplying both sides with information.
"Yes Severus you are a pawn, being used by both sides to get what they want. It is a pity really, you could have been one of the pieces of power, but now, it would be very hard to claim one of those positions." Voldemort's cold words cut him deeply. He was feeling torn, in one hand you had the light side with Albus Dumbledore who was using a boy as a pawn and letting him be abused by his relatives, and in the other hand you had the dark side you had Voldemort who was a mass murder, killing people for fun and sport. The two sides seemed to blend together into a side that he was on, the gray side. Where people stayed to be safe from both side. Not to be a pawn of the light side and not to be killed by the dark side. He knew he would have to leave the gray side soon enough and choose between the dark and light side soon enough, he just didn't want to. His thoughts were interrupted as Voldemort continued to speak.
"Now take our young Harry Potter here." He picked up a white pawn form the board and studied it. "Dumbledore is using the boy as a pawn to draw me out so that his piece of power can take me down, if the boy does kill me himself. If the boy isn't doing something that Dumbledore deems important then he leaves the boy to the wolves and to fend for himself. I can relate to the boy, as I was orphaned as a child and it was the same way with me when I went to Hogwarts and Dumbledore leave me at the orphanage during the summer with the abusive caretakers, even through I told him about the things that happen there." Voldemort placed the pawn into play and became black again. Then he picked up the black queen and studied that piece.
"Dumbledore doesn't see thing as I do. He doesn't see the little things that effect people as I do. He looks at the greater picture and that is all he looks at. He looks at Harry and only sees a pawn that he can use, but when I see Harry I see something different. I see the piece of utmost power. He is not a pawn he is a queen with the power to end everything, but because Dumbledore cannot see this I don't see the boy being the white queen." Voldemort move the queen into a 'check mate' position of the board. "I see him in black." He said before tipping over the white king signifying the end of the game.
Severus though about this and with a heavy heart he had to agree with Voldemort on this one. Unless Dumbledore did something to change his way of thinking right away he would soon lose Harry to Voldemort and the world would be over run with darkness.
"I know what you were going to tell me about the boy Severus." Said Voldemort and Severus looked up quickly, but he couldn't see the Dark Lord's face it was hidden by a shadow that the high back chair made, but he could see that Voldemort was dressed in black robes and his hands were extremely pale, as if they had never seen the sun.
"The boy is not at his abusive relatives house anymore. Someone has taken him haven't they Severus." All Severus could do is nod is head in response. "And you haven't told Dumbledore about this?" Severus shook his head no. "Well then this is and interesting turn of events. I was planning on rescuing the boy from his relatives, but it seems that you have already done that. Yes I think this is better than what I was planning. I have seen the boy's future Severus and it is going just as I want it too. You did good by me with this, but there is one thing that I am a little anger about Severus."
"Yes my Lord."
"You didn't tell me you knew which wards Dumbledore had up around the boy's house, and for that you will be punished, Cruico." Severus dropped to the floor screaming in pain until Voldemort was satisfied that he was learned his lesson. "Next time I will want you to be more loyal to me." That was the last thing he knew until he woke up in the hospital wing at Hogwarts.
The first person he saw was Albus sitting in the chair next to his bed. He groaned inwardly. He didn't want to deal with the bastard right now, but the man was so persistent.
"Awww. Severus you are back in the land of the living. If you don't mind me asking what did Voldemort have to say about Harry."
'Of course I mind you asking, my head feeling like it is about to exploded and you can't wait for one moment before getting what you want.' Was the answer Severus wished he could say but he answer the Headmaster differently? "If he does know where the boy is he isn't telling me Albus. I think he is suspicious of me right and doesn't trust me with the more... sensitive things." He said and heard Dumbledore sigh sadly.
"Are you sure he didn't give you a clue as to where the boy maybe."
"Yes Albus I am sorry about it, but I don't know if he knows where the boy is, although I am sure he has is suspicious."
'Yes of course. Of course." Albus said before leaving the hospital wing. Severus was alone to think about was Voldemort had told him.
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* Dream *
Harry was in the green field again, surround by silver flowers and the man that looked just like him, but without the scar, was sitting close by watching him careful.
"You had another dream again didn't you Harry?" asked you man and Harry simple nodded his head. A single tear fell down his cheek. "Oh Harry I am sorry that they would do those things to you. I know how it feeling to be left alone with people like that." Harry picked up a silver flower and studied it. "Remember Harry, here in this field no one can touch you, and no one can hurt you. I won't let them."
Harry looked up at the man with a hopeful expression. "You promise?" he asked.
"Yes Harry I promise." Harry smiled at this and dived at the man as he was pulled into a hug.
"Thanks Tom."