Chapter 14 - Thruths Unveiled
Love Over Guilt
A/N: I'm deeply appologise for all my readers for not updating for so long. I haven't been struck with a worthwhile idea for a very long time. I amd one of those writers who write without planning. I shall tie up soon and of course happy reading! I love feed back so review if you can. Thanks!
Disclaimers: You don't sui, I keep write. Sometimes it's better to keep it simple. I own nothing but the plot and all recognisable characters belong to JK Rowling. I may make up some hcaracters, but I'll mention thata when it does.
Chapter 14
Riddle was fuming with range. Once again the old fool Dumbledore had captured him in a less than dignified position. He pierced his glowing red eyes into Dumbledore's calm and wise blue iris. No matter how many times he tried, that old fool did not possess an ounce of hatred or illwishings.
Damn the old man, he has so much power and wastes it on mudbloods and teenagers. His heart so pure, it is dispicable.
Someone in the room had caught his eye, a man dressed entirely in black robes.
"Well, well, well. Who'd think that Lucius' predictions were correct? I do or rather did have a traitor in my band of Death Eaters. Remember this well Severus, those who betray the Dark Lord shall pay, with everything they posses. After I'm through with you, you'll wish that I just gave you a Dementor's Kiss."
"Tom may I remind you that you are in fact in my residence and that you are in no power or position to threaten any of my faculty staff. Especially with the power level you currently have." Dumbledore said calmly and tension decreased.
,br> "There is no need to protect me Professor, I am quite ready for whatever punishment I might face if he were to gain control again. I have no regrets of the decisions I have made." Snape looked into the Lord's eyes and felt a fire staring without him but quickly died down. Although he was dead scared by what his former master had done, his facial expression was as fruitless as always.
Voldemort struggled to escape the bindings that he recognised as the Rings of Breighn. Only those entirely pure of heart and the blood of one of the Originals could conjure them. He looked at the half-pint that was laying on the bed near him and knew that one day the Gryffindor may posess that power as well. He knew that escape was almost impossible, so he might as well corrupt some heads while he was stuck in this hideous place.
"What are you going to do with me Dumbledore? Give me a kiss? You know that they'll never kiss their true master. So what are you going to do? Kill me?" Voldemort laughed an evil laugh that echoed throughout the room and sent chills down everyone's spine. Everyone but Dumbledore and Harry that is.
Somehow, having faced Voldemort, his fear for the man (if you could call him that) practically disappeared. Of course he wasn't about to face him again anytime soon, but he definately wasn't afraid.
"Corpus Caracasca" Dumbledore chanted and Voldemort was transported to a cell of anti-matter in other-space. This of course relieved everyone quite a lot and teachers frantically ran about some in fear some in joy, they were all acting like maniacs. All but the sensible Prof. MecGonnagal and Prof. Dumbledore.
"Now Harry, you of course realise how much you've just done for the wizarding world right? The appropriate award shall be given soon. In the mean-time, I strongly suggest you drink up this dreamless sleep potion and take a long-deserved nap." Dumbledore said.
It surprised Harry how they could expect him to sleep after all that.
"Will I receive some answers after Professor?" Harry asked.
Dumbledore responded with a nod.
A/N: Sorry, I have to stop here. I'l try to write the next chapter a.s.a.p in the meantime, I'll enjoy your reviews.
Love Over Guilt
A/N: I'm deeply appologise for all my readers for not updating for so long. I haven't been struck with a worthwhile idea for a very long time. I amd one of those writers who write without planning. I shall tie up soon and of course happy reading! I love feed back so review if you can. Thanks!
Disclaimers: You don't sui, I keep write. Sometimes it's better to keep it simple. I own nothing but the plot and all recognisable characters belong to JK Rowling. I may make up some hcaracters, but I'll mention thata when it does.
Chapter 14
Riddle was fuming with range. Once again the old fool Dumbledore had captured him in a less than dignified position. He pierced his glowing red eyes into Dumbledore's calm and wise blue iris. No matter how many times he tried, that old fool did not possess an ounce of hatred or illwishings.
Damn the old man, he has so much power and wastes it on mudbloods and teenagers. His heart so pure, it is dispicable.
Someone in the room had caught his eye, a man dressed entirely in black robes.
"Well, well, well. Who'd think that Lucius' predictions were correct? I do or rather did have a traitor in my band of Death Eaters. Remember this well Severus, those who betray the Dark Lord shall pay, with everything they posses. After I'm through with you, you'll wish that I just gave you a Dementor's Kiss."
"Tom may I remind you that you are in fact in my residence and that you are in no power or position to threaten any of my faculty staff. Especially with the power level you currently have." Dumbledore said calmly and tension decreased.
,br> "There is no need to protect me Professor, I am quite ready for whatever punishment I might face if he were to gain control again. I have no regrets of the decisions I have made." Snape looked into the Lord's eyes and felt a fire staring without him but quickly died down. Although he was dead scared by what his former master had done, his facial expression was as fruitless as always.
Voldemort struggled to escape the bindings that he recognised as the Rings of Breighn. Only those entirely pure of heart and the blood of one of the Originals could conjure them. He looked at the half-pint that was laying on the bed near him and knew that one day the Gryffindor may posess that power as well. He knew that escape was almost impossible, so he might as well corrupt some heads while he was stuck in this hideous place.
"What are you going to do with me Dumbledore? Give me a kiss? You know that they'll never kiss their true master. So what are you going to do? Kill me?" Voldemort laughed an evil laugh that echoed throughout the room and sent chills down everyone's spine. Everyone but Dumbledore and Harry that is.
Somehow, having faced Voldemort, his fear for the man (if you could call him that) practically disappeared. Of course he wasn't about to face him again anytime soon, but he definately wasn't afraid.
"Corpus Caracasca" Dumbledore chanted and Voldemort was transported to a cell of anti-matter in other-space. This of course relieved everyone quite a lot and teachers frantically ran about some in fear some in joy, they were all acting like maniacs. All but the sensible Prof. MecGonnagal and Prof. Dumbledore.
"Now Harry, you of course realise how much you've just done for the wizarding world right? The appropriate award shall be given soon. In the mean-time, I strongly suggest you drink up this dreamless sleep potion and take a long-deserved nap." Dumbledore said.
It surprised Harry how they could expect him to sleep after all that.
"Will I receive some answers after Professor?" Harry asked.
Dumbledore responded with a nod.
A/N: Sorry, I have to stop here. I'l try to write the next chapter a.s.a.p in the meantime, I'll enjoy your reviews.
