Harry Potter and the Serpent's Rebellion
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is mine! Yeah right.
Summary: What is the reason behind Harry's uncanny resemblance to Tom Riddle?
Dark secrets about his heritage are about to be uncovered...
Author's Notes: I am not dead!!!!!!!!!!! Ummm…sorry to keep you waiting *ducks rotten tomatoes* but my characters just wouldn't cooperate with me. I had to scratch some of my original ideas in favour of new ones. Hope you enjoy, and please review!
For those of you who do not believe Voldemort would not kill his own son, remember this: Voldemort kills all who are powerful enough to be a threat and do not join him. If Harry falls under this category, Voldemort would surely not hesitate to do away with him. Tom Riddle killed his own father at the age of seventeen out of revenge. Harry certainly has given him cause for revenge! _^
This chapter is mostly in Snape's POV. I tried to make him in character! Plz review and tell me if he's OOC.
I have kept you waiting long enough, so on to the story!
Chapter Seven: The Great Escape?
Deep down in the secret fortress of Lord Voldemort was a place where no sunshine has ever reached. Rats could be heard squeaking and squealing, and one could always catch a glimpse of their eerie pink eyes in glowing in the dark dampness of the dungeons.
The dungeons themselves were consisted of elaborate passages of tunnels and hallways, which could rival Hogwarts herself in their complexity. It is said that only Voldemort knows all the tricks and traps set in these passages to capture hopeful escapees.
Each cell was enforced with numerous spells that could detect the slightest alteration to the cell or the bars of front of the prison. Frankly, escaping from one of these cells was next to impossible. Boy, was Voldemort paranoid.
Severus Snape, current resident of one of the darkest and dampest cells of the whole fortress, was not hoping for escape at all. If anything, he wished for a quick and painless death. Unfortunately for him, there were also wards in place to prevent the prisoners from committing suicide. He found this out when he tried to bash his head against the wall, but instead found the stones to have a sponge-like quality as they contacted his head.
Blame it on Riddle's sadistic mind.
Snape was sure pain and torture were in store for him: if not now, then later. It was short of a miracle that he was not already insane with numerous cruciatus curses place on him. Perhaps there was a nasty surprise that needed time to prepare. When contained in one of these cells, one could not help but be a pessimist, not that Snape wasn't already one.
Footsteps could be heard approaching in the distance, growing closer and closer. Funtime's over, thought Snape dryly. He sat stiffly on the cold stone floor, careful to hide his growing fear. Fear would only end in more torture.
'Bang!' The sound rang through the empty corridors, echoing off the damp dungeon walls. The only light came from two glowing eyes now towering over Snape's sitting figure.
Next to him was a boy, fairly tall for his age. He seemed perfectly at ease beside the most evil wizard in the world. Snape frowned, studying the new death eater. This strange lad was walking beside the dark lord. No one, not even Malfoy had ever been allowed this privilege. They always kept a respectful step behind.
He looked around sixteen, with crisp dark hair lying perfectly in place. There was something familiar about his eyes, though. Suddenly, Snape remembered another pair of emerald eyes looking up at him in desperation. Who else did he know had Lily's eyes? His eyes widened in realization: Potter.
'No, no, no, no! This isn't happening! Lily's son would never join the dark lord…Potter's a Gryffindor!' He kept hoping that if he repeated this mantra enough times, he would find himself back in bed, waking up from this nightmare.
He didn't wake up.
"Surprised, Severus?" Voldemort asked, wearing a triumphant smirk. "Your foolish attempts to keep me away from my true heir has ended in nothing. My son has joined me!" His eyes hardened. "He wishes to learn the cruciatus curse, and who better to practice on than the one who took him away from his true father?"
"Yes, Professor Snape has been very vindictive and unpleasant during my years at Hogwarts. I will make him pay." Damn, that was definitely Potter's voice. How had Dumbledore lose his control over his student? Perhaps the death of Black has unhinged him.
"Potter, listen! I hid this for your own good. Your mother would not want you to fall under the control of this monster!" Snape pleaded desperately. The boy may still be redeemable.
"Silence! You will pay for such insolence!" Voldemort shrieked. "Crucio!"
Snape screamed as he felt a thousand knives stabbing him, wrenching every nerve in his body. Dimly, he could hear the father and son speaking in the background.
"The key is to enjoy the pain, Harry. Imagine how glad you will feel when the victim is screaming in pain, begging for release. Once you achieve this, the rest will flow naturally." Voldemort smiled at the writhing figure at his feet. With a flick of his wand, he ended the unbearable torture. "Try it yourself. I understand you already have some experience with casting it…"
Harry took a deep breath and faced the man who had taunted him for five years. Suddenly, a little voice of temptation whispered in his ears, 'How much could it hurt just to cast it this once? You've always wanted to…' He quickly smothered this evil thought.
"Stand up and face me like a man, you pathetic fool," he ordered in the coldest voice. Snape struggled to his feet, still shuddering from the prolonged crutiatus.
Harry darted forward and grabbed Snape's arm, making sure the small paper clip was in this hand. The potions professor gave a startled cry and stumbled backwards. Harry grinned cheekily at his father and shouted, "Well, we won't we seeing you anytime soon! Portkey initium!" With a familiar tug on his navel, they were gone.
Suddenly, Harry felt as though he had slammed into a brick wall. Beside him, Snape groaned in pain. They were sent flying back the way they had come, their feet slamming into the ground. They fell over from the sheer force.
Harry heard high, cold laughter above him. He looked up, and saw that Voldemort had thrown his head back and was cackling insanely. "You think I did not anticipate this, my boy? You underestimate me." He grinned sinisterly. "It seems like you express a desire to keep Severus company in his cell. Tell me when you genuinely want to join my ranks, and I will know whether your intentions are true." With that, the heavy door was slammed shut.