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Chapter Three- The Room
By Darkness-Nightfall
Arabella Figg looked out of the netted curtains, wondering if what she had just seen was true. Pacing up and down the small room, she contemplated whether to let Dumbledore know, for she had barely let herself believe it.
Seconds later, a large 'crack' could be heard and a tall man stood, his eyebrows furrowed in thought and worry.
"Arabella, tell me all that you saw." He said, trembling, seating himself by the fire and warming his hands, but not taking his eyes off the squib.
"H-Harry, h-he went outside the house, and then V-Voldemort appeared, and he and Harry had a duel, and Harry g-got c-crucio'd and then he Voldemort apparated him away!" sniffed the squib, flinching. She padded her eyes with a handkerchief and stood to face Dumbledore.
"What are y-you going to do?" She stuttered, glancing at Dumbledore before seating herself opposite him.
"I'm not sure, Arabella. I am not sure." He said, almost gravely and the little squib gave a squeak.
"I sincerely hope you like my manor Potter, for you will be here for awhile." Said Voldemort, gesturing around him.
Harry looked around; they had apparated to the kitchen, if you could call it that. It was really a dark room with a bench and sink in the corner. The sink was covered in mould and dust covered everything, making it seem as though everything was at least twice as thick as what it should be.
He glanced around, his eyes finding another room off the kitchen, as the door was half ajar. Shifting his eyes around the doorway, Harry spied a room full of medieval equipment: Bows and arrows, maises, swords.
The wall across from them was covered in a substance, from the top to the bottom. It looked suspiciously like blood, Harry thought uneasily. Voldemort must have caught this thought, because he smiled evilly at the young boy.
"You don't want to end up in there, Harry. I can tell you're wondering what happens there. Let's just put it this way, if you know what's good for you, you will be a good boy and obey me, if not, you will have a long amount of time to get acquainted with that room."
Harry shuffled his feet, trying not to be intimidated. It was pretty hard, considering that a delinquent of a man had just brought him into a house and told him that if he is not good that he'll be tortured into insanity.
"You will go get ready Harry, get out of those despicable muggle clothes and into some robes. I have set some aside for you, Pettigrew will show you to your room." He added hastily, smiling in a twisted, somehow evil way.
Harry nodded, and followed Peter to his room. As they reached the doorway, Peter looked at Harry and muttered, "Well, I guess we m-meet again." Before slinking off into the shadows.
Inside the room, Harry sat down onto his bed, and magicked the door shut. With his head in his hands, his thoughts fled back to the people he cared for. Hermione and Ron, who no doubt would be at the Burrow packing their trunks for the journey to Hogwarts in the morning. Hogwarts! What was he, Harry, going to do? He was stuck here, of all places, with the person he hated most in the world.
After putting on his robes and tucking his wand back inside them, he stood up and went looking for Voldemort.
On the way to the room where they were to dine, Harry took a detour. Walking up the hallway, and turning to the left, he came to a room with a locked door. He made a move to open it, putting his hand on the knob and whispering 'alohamora.'
A snake twisted itself around his ankles, and it wrapped itself around his lower leg. Looking down, he noticed it as Nagini, Voldemort's snake.
"Harry, it appears you have taken a wrong turn." Came Voldemort's voice, cold as ever, splitting the air in two.
"Yes, it appears I have." Shot back Harry, icily.
"Follow me Potter, you must be hungry." Harry reluctantly followed, his stomach growling.
Once seated at the long table, Harry voiced what had been on his mind since he had been left in the room.
"Um, what's happening with me? Am I going to go to Hogwarts this year?" he spoke, trying not to sound like he cared.
"Oh yes, Harry, It's very important you get your last year of schooling. But I must say, you leak a word of this to anybody, and I will kill you in the worst way you can imagine, without a second thought, but all means possible. We will correspond by daily owl, and you will do as I say." Replied Voldemort.
Harry left the table and retreated back to his room and began packing for the journey to Kings Cross Station the next day. Voldemort had mentioned that he'd send a death eater to go with him, someone who was a metamorphosis, so as not to be caught. He was under strict instructions to act like he had spent the whole summer at the Dursley's.
A/N: Okay, Harry hasn't gone dark yet, but he will, trust me ;)
Chapter Three- The Room
By Darkness-Nightfall
Arabella Figg looked out of the netted curtains, wondering if what she had just seen was true. Pacing up and down the small room, she contemplated whether to let Dumbledore know, for she had barely let herself believe it.
Seconds later, a large 'crack' could be heard and a tall man stood, his eyebrows furrowed in thought and worry.
"Arabella, tell me all that you saw." He said, trembling, seating himself by the fire and warming his hands, but not taking his eyes off the squib.
"H-Harry, h-he went outside the house, and then V-Voldemort appeared, and he and Harry had a duel, and Harry g-got c-crucio'd and then he Voldemort apparated him away!" sniffed the squib, flinching. She padded her eyes with a handkerchief and stood to face Dumbledore.
"What are y-you going to do?" She stuttered, glancing at Dumbledore before seating herself opposite him.
"I'm not sure, Arabella. I am not sure." He said, almost gravely and the little squib gave a squeak.
"I sincerely hope you like my manor Potter, for you will be here for awhile." Said Voldemort, gesturing around him.
Harry looked around; they had apparated to the kitchen, if you could call it that. It was really a dark room with a bench and sink in the corner. The sink was covered in mould and dust covered everything, making it seem as though everything was at least twice as thick as what it should be.
He glanced around, his eyes finding another room off the kitchen, as the door was half ajar. Shifting his eyes around the doorway, Harry spied a room full of medieval equipment: Bows and arrows, maises, swords.
The wall across from them was covered in a substance, from the top to the bottom. It looked suspiciously like blood, Harry thought uneasily. Voldemort must have caught this thought, because he smiled evilly at the young boy.
"You don't want to end up in there, Harry. I can tell you're wondering what happens there. Let's just put it this way, if you know what's good for you, you will be a good boy and obey me, if not, you will have a long amount of time to get acquainted with that room."
Harry shuffled his feet, trying not to be intimidated. It was pretty hard, considering that a delinquent of a man had just brought him into a house and told him that if he is not good that he'll be tortured into insanity.
"You will go get ready Harry, get out of those despicable muggle clothes and into some robes. I have set some aside for you, Pettigrew will show you to your room." He added hastily, smiling in a twisted, somehow evil way.
Harry nodded, and followed Peter to his room. As they reached the doorway, Peter looked at Harry and muttered, "Well, I guess we m-meet again." Before slinking off into the shadows.
Inside the room, Harry sat down onto his bed, and magicked the door shut. With his head in his hands, his thoughts fled back to the people he cared for. Hermione and Ron, who no doubt would be at the Burrow packing their trunks for the journey to Hogwarts in the morning. Hogwarts! What was he, Harry, going to do? He was stuck here, of all places, with the person he hated most in the world.
After putting on his robes and tucking his wand back inside them, he stood up and went looking for Voldemort.
On the way to the room where they were to dine, Harry took a detour. Walking up the hallway, and turning to the left, he came to a room with a locked door. He made a move to open it, putting his hand on the knob and whispering 'alohamora.'
A snake twisted itself around his ankles, and it wrapped itself around his lower leg. Looking down, he noticed it as Nagini, Voldemort's snake.
"Harry, it appears you have taken a wrong turn." Came Voldemort's voice, cold as ever, splitting the air in two.
"Yes, it appears I have." Shot back Harry, icily.
"Follow me Potter, you must be hungry." Harry reluctantly followed, his stomach growling.
Once seated at the long table, Harry voiced what had been on his mind since he had been left in the room.
"Um, what's happening with me? Am I going to go to Hogwarts this year?" he spoke, trying not to sound like he cared.
"Oh yes, Harry, It's very important you get your last year of schooling. But I must say, you leak a word of this to anybody, and I will kill you in the worst way you can imagine, without a second thought, but all means possible. We will correspond by daily owl, and you will do as I say." Replied Voldemort.
Harry left the table and retreated back to his room and began packing for the journey to Kings Cross Station the next day. Voldemort had mentioned that he'd send a death eater to go with him, someone who was a metamorphosis, so as not to be caught. He was under strict instructions to act like he had spent the whole summer at the Dursley's.
A/N: Okay, Harry hasn't gone dark yet, but he will, trust me ;)