"Truth Kept Secret"
Summary: NO SLASH! Harry tries to deal with his Godfather's death, but when a chance to bring him back arrives will Harry take that chance or will something get in the way? New powers. Voldemort manipulation. _______________________________________________________________________
THANKS TO:
Athenakitty
Kris
Wildunicorn: I remember you! LoL THANK YOU! You managed to let me win a little contest that me and Emily have been having. LOL! SO happy! Well u might have read about our little bet on HP.com and so far I'm winning...right now that is....TKS almost won! hehe not quite!
EMILY: OMG! I just read your profile and Sirius/Sinistra?! WHAT?! okay umm did I tell you you're weird. Most of your favorites is Lily/James. You're obsessed.
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Chapter 13 "Changes That We Go Through"
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Harry heard sounds all around him and he slowly opened his eyes only to find himself face to face with the person he was dreading for a while now. Voldemort's red eyes gazed into his as he stood up abruptly and backed away.
Voldemort didn't say anything, but he was watching him as Harry backed away. He smirked.
"Had fun?"
Harry choked, "What'd you mean?" He had stopped a few feet away from him and regarded him in confusion.
"I gave you time to adjust, you should be grateful."
"Uh, thanks?" Harry said, he was uncertain as to what Voldemort was really referring to.
Voldemort's smirk widened as if to say 'I know what you're hiding.'
"Look, I really don't know what you're talking about" Harry began, "I don't like what you did, actually I don't even remember asking you to put this dratted mark on me. As I remember I never even invited you into my mind, you just popped in."
"I remember that I brought you into my own mind Harry, not the other way around."
"Either way, I didn't want you near me. I don't even know how you managed to enter this time."
"What makes you so sure that you are dreaming, you could be here in body and soul."
Harry was uncertain now for real, he felt stupid as he brought his fingers to his flesh and pinched, hard. He forced the outcry down and bit his lips while cursing himself.
He heard a smothered laugh above him and he lifted his head.
"You are foolish, Potter. But it is an amusing sight to watch you struggle with yourself."
Harry frowned, but said nothing.
"Why did you come? Is it time to start running after me already?" The smirk on Voldemort's lips was getting annoying and Harry noticed that he had begun to shiver slightly. With some effort, he forced his body to at least conceal the shivers from Voldemort. He wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing Harry scared.
"Actually, I was talking to Severus a couple of days ago and he was rather nervous, not his usual behavior. Do you have any idea why?" Voldemort asked.
Harry started, /Not what I was expecting./
"No. I really don't care what is going on in my Professor's life." Harry said. Voldemort's smile still hadn't disappeared, but there was a sudden glint in his eyes. Harry wanted nothing more but to wipe that smirk off.
"I was quite positive you would have known, since it does concern you in some matter."
"Believe me that anything to do with Severus Snape has absolutely NOTHING to do with me."
"Hmm, well he did mention you in his muttering. I think it was along the lines of 'stupid Potter'? Now should I ask what that was about?"
"Uh-I really have no idea what you are talking about, but if you want answers talk to Snape. I don't have anything to do with him."
"Well then I guess I will talk to him. He did say something about a 'plan', your plan I presume? He was not very happy about it. Might I ask?"
Harry lost his temper.
"Look, drop it! School and personal business is a whole different thing to me!" Harry hissed, then clamped his mouth shut. Voldemort's grin had disappeared.
/Oops./ Harry stood staring in front of him. His outburst was not a good thing when it comes to Voldemort. But the man could get on anyone's nerves with all his pressing.
"If you were one of the Death Eaters you would have been dead on the spot." Voldemort spat. Harry gulped.
/I bet I would have. And thank Merlin I'm not one of the DE's./
"No more fooling around, you either tell me what you are planning. I know it is against me so stop trying to hide it. Tell me now, or your Godfather will have fun in his jail cell tonight when I get back."
That was a threat and Harry knew it. Actually it wasn't hard to figure out what Voldemort was talking about. The 'plan' he was referring to was the same 'plan' that they had discussed two days ago, right before Snape was called off to a meeting. The plan was of how to get Sirius out of Voldemort's clutches. Snape was somehow to try and reach Sirius and try to get him to transform, but they had soon learned that Voldemort had Pettigrew make a potion that would disable Sirius' ability to be an Animagi.
Harry was stubborn to give up and had made Snape promise to make a counter- potion and to get Sirius out as soon as possible. Harry knew that was why Snape went around grumbling all day and ignoring everyone. Harry just hoped his dislike for Sirius hadn't gone a bit too far.
"Zoning out when someone superior is talking to you is a very wrong thing to do, but I have learned enough."
Harry jumped, choked and stumbled backwards all at the same time.
"First lesson, NEVER leave your mind unguarded where someone can easily enter. You have subconsciously tried blocking me out, but you were so focused on one thing you forgot that I was even here."
Harry backed way several more steps. Voldemort had moved a few steps closer, close enough to grab his stinging arm.
And he did.
"Now why don't you tell me what everyone has been up to in that school of yours?" The question was more like a demand, actually it was a demand.
Harry was backed up against a tree. /Very familiar./ He mused as Voldemort noticed that he was not going to talk. The mark had begun to sting even more with Voldemort holding it.
Harry knew what agony Pettigrew was in when Voldemort touched his mark at the grave yard.
"I know it has something to do with your Godfather. You did not even acknowledge it when I mentioned him. You all ready knew he was alive. You are not plotting a way to get him out, are you? I will tell you right now, it will not be an easy task. Severus is watched from all sides. So is your Godfather. Sirius Black will die if either you or Severus try to come for him."
"You won't hurt him." Harry said. He was confident that Voldemort wouldn't harm Sirius as long as he needed Harry to cooperate.
Voldemort's smirk was back into place, this time it was a bit more on the evil side, "Why do you think so? I could kill him right now and none of you would ever know."
"You need Sirius, because without him there you know that I wouldn't give a damn about your offers."
"Very perspective of you, Harry. You have perceived me as the black-mailing kind of man."
Harry scowled.
"But as you know there are other ways then black mailing that can get you what you want. I seem to have found out a while ago that you black mailed your family that your convicted Godfather would come and blast them all away if they made you do more chores then you could handle. They black mailed you most of your life and then you got a chance to get back at them. Revenge is sweet is it not?"
"Depends on what kind of revenge it is."
"Harry, Harry," Voldemort said. It reminded Harry strangely of Lockhart with his annoying voice and his oh-so-/charming/ smile. Harry vaguely remembered wanting a pair of sunglasses when Lockhart smiled. He desperately wished that Voldemort wouldn't suddenly begin smiling like a nitwit and showing off in front of Harry as the supreme being.
/Ugh, bad mental image./ He screwed up his face as Lockhart came into his mind.
\Am I thankful that idiot's in St. Mungo's./
"I will have to teach you a lot of manners if you are to join my side." Voldemort said staring at Harry's dazed expression.
"What makes you so sure that I will join you?"
"Hmm, I seem to remember that I did not give you a choice. Not unless you wish to die as a Death Eater. You do know that the mark on your arm is only a miniature mark that can easily grow to its original size if I wished?"
"I really don't know why you would want me. I'm nothing special."
Voldemort laughed, "Harry hasn't anyone told you what power you hold? I'm sure you know. Your powers have been traced through the mark and you seem to know some of your limits, but you still have not reached the full potential that you are capable of."
"Is that all you think about, power? Don't you have something better to do?"
"If I didn't care about power I wouldn't be the revered Dark Lord."
Harry scoffed, "Yeah right, revered only by your Death Eaters."
"And soon you." Voldemort said smugly.
This time Harry laughed, "It will be a long time before I bow down to you Voldemort, a VERY long time."
"We shall see Harry, we shall see."
"Don't underestimate me, Voldemort. That is the mistake many people make. They think just because I'm a kid that I don't understand some things better then even an adult."
"I don't underestimate you Harry, I just don't think that you understand what I am making you do."
"I understand perfectly well. You want me to stand by your side so you could go to the Wizarding World and show off that you got the Boy-Who- Lived."
"My Harry, is that what you really think is going on? Oh no, you are far from it. Though my plan does have some similarities to your way of thinking, but I would not use you. I will use you to get the power I know I deserve, but I want you to stand by me and share that power. Hope you accept my offer, Harry. If you don't then it will be the end of everything you've ever known." Voldemort's voice turned menacing.
And Harry knew that with all Voldemort's threats in the years past, it would have been nothing compared to this one. Voldemort meant what he had said and Harry knew that he could never be able to escape him if he decides to say no. But knowing Voldemort like Harry did, he didn't take a no for an answer.
"I know that you'd do anything for your friends, and I'll do what ever it takes to turn you, Harry James Potter."
"Why? Why would you do this? I know it isn't just about the power thing, its something more." Harry said.
Voldemort glared at him, but deciding to tell him. "I have found a prophecy that might be connected to you and me. I am not sure yet, I don't have it all translated, but just in case I had to set my plan in motion. I want you to join, not because of the power you have, but because of what we could do together."
Harry said nothing, but Voldemort could almost see the gears turning in his head.
"What do you say?"
Harry was silent. His mind was in turmoil and he did not know who to believe. His darker side was persuasive and the side he had listened to the most these days, but his lighter side was reminding him of his friends. He knew that the lighter part was playing on his emotions, and Harry didn't know where to turn.
/You know you've always wanted power. You know you wanted to prove yourself to everyone./ His darker side.
/But that was before you found out that you were already famous enough. Do you want all those extra responsibilities, the extra attention?/ His lighter side countered.
/I was almost made a Slytherin, one of the snake, it would have been a great opportunity to test out the skills you had been getting. Voldemort is your escape, take his offer./
/But Ron, Hermione, /Ginny/! What will they say when they found out you turned? How will they react. Will they stay by your side? You are making a mistake! Don't do it./
Harry knew the lighter voice was more on the same thoughts Harry had been having while Voldemort was talking. Though the voices had their own perspectives, they did not know what would happen, neither did Harry. And if he joined Voldemort, many things would change very quickly. If he didn't and turned Voldemort down, pain would come, death to many, and Harry did not want that.
/But Ginny?!/ The lighter voice screamed at him. /You love her!/
Harry's stomach almost did a back flip. The sudden revelation of his love for Ginny was a shocker. He was not expecting that.
/Admit it, you love her./
Harry knew that he had loved Ginny Weasley, but he only thought he loved her as a sister, not someone that could be something to him. She was important, sure, she was his best friend's sister, but he didn't think of her as anything else. Now the voice was saying that he liked her.
/Do I? Do I like Ginny Weasley?/
/Yes, yes!/ Harry thought the voice sounded excited.
/Ginny Weasley. She will only get in the way. You wanted power and it is offered to you. Take it!/ Harry reeled as his dark voice spoke harshly. He didn't know he was capable of so much malice.
/I love Ginny and I can't take Voldemort's offer./ Harry thought. He felt stupid as he argued with his voices.
Voldemort was watching him intently waiting for his answer. His red-eyes bored into Harry's emeralds.
/Choose what you will, but be warned that everyone will die if you chose wrong. Beware that your heart will be broken. Rethink your plan./
Harry knew that the voice was right. If he did choose wrong, everyone around him would die. If he chose Voldemort, they would all be mad at him, making him out as a traitor.
/Forget them. They do not know what you have been through. All you have to do is accept Lord Voldemort's offer and all your problems will be solved. The prophecy has said so./
Harry's mind was changing, if it weren't for the light voice.
/We do not know if the prophecy the Dark Lord had mentioned was true or just a plot to get you to join. Do not believe him, or any of his tricks./
/Lord Voldemort does not lie!/ His dark voice retorted.
/How do you know?/ Harry felt really, really stupid now.
"Harry I tire of waiting, what is your decision?"
Harry opened his eyes and brought them to meet the dark lord's.
The words were formed in his mind of what his decision was going to be.
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A/N: Not a very long chapter at all.. I'm up to my neck with school work since its almost the end of the school year. I have four research papers to do...*teachers trying to kill us all so there are less of us they have to teach*... Oh well after all the school things stop happening then the stories come next. One more month of school and I have the rest of summer to spend my time on here! CAN'T WAIT!
Summary: NO SLASH! Harry tries to deal with his Godfather's death, but when a chance to bring him back arrives will Harry take that chance or will something get in the way? New powers. Voldemort manipulation. _______________________________________________________________________
THANKS TO:
Athenakitty
Kris
Wildunicorn: I remember you! LoL THANK YOU! You managed to let me win a little contest that me and Emily have been having. LOL! SO happy! Well u might have read about our little bet on HP.com and so far I'm winning...right now that is....TKS almost won! hehe not quite!
EMILY: OMG! I just read your profile and Sirius/Sinistra?! WHAT?! okay umm did I tell you you're weird. Most of your favorites is Lily/James. You're obsessed.
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Chapter 13 "Changes That We Go Through"
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Harry heard sounds all around him and he slowly opened his eyes only to find himself face to face with the person he was dreading for a while now. Voldemort's red eyes gazed into his as he stood up abruptly and backed away.
Voldemort didn't say anything, but he was watching him as Harry backed away. He smirked.
"Had fun?"
Harry choked, "What'd you mean?" He had stopped a few feet away from him and regarded him in confusion.
"I gave you time to adjust, you should be grateful."
"Uh, thanks?" Harry said, he was uncertain as to what Voldemort was really referring to.
Voldemort's smirk widened as if to say 'I know what you're hiding.'
"Look, I really don't know what you're talking about" Harry began, "I don't like what you did, actually I don't even remember asking you to put this dratted mark on me. As I remember I never even invited you into my mind, you just popped in."
"I remember that I brought you into my own mind Harry, not the other way around."
"Either way, I didn't want you near me. I don't even know how you managed to enter this time."
"What makes you so sure that you are dreaming, you could be here in body and soul."
Harry was uncertain now for real, he felt stupid as he brought his fingers to his flesh and pinched, hard. He forced the outcry down and bit his lips while cursing himself.
He heard a smothered laugh above him and he lifted his head.
"You are foolish, Potter. But it is an amusing sight to watch you struggle with yourself."
Harry frowned, but said nothing.
"Why did you come? Is it time to start running after me already?" The smirk on Voldemort's lips was getting annoying and Harry noticed that he had begun to shiver slightly. With some effort, he forced his body to at least conceal the shivers from Voldemort. He wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing Harry scared.
"Actually, I was talking to Severus a couple of days ago and he was rather nervous, not his usual behavior. Do you have any idea why?" Voldemort asked.
Harry started, /Not what I was expecting./
"No. I really don't care what is going on in my Professor's life." Harry said. Voldemort's smile still hadn't disappeared, but there was a sudden glint in his eyes. Harry wanted nothing more but to wipe that smirk off.
"I was quite positive you would have known, since it does concern you in some matter."
"Believe me that anything to do with Severus Snape has absolutely NOTHING to do with me."
"Hmm, well he did mention you in his muttering. I think it was along the lines of 'stupid Potter'? Now should I ask what that was about?"
"Uh-I really have no idea what you are talking about, but if you want answers talk to Snape. I don't have anything to do with him."
"Well then I guess I will talk to him. He did say something about a 'plan', your plan I presume? He was not very happy about it. Might I ask?"
Harry lost his temper.
"Look, drop it! School and personal business is a whole different thing to me!" Harry hissed, then clamped his mouth shut. Voldemort's grin had disappeared.
/Oops./ Harry stood staring in front of him. His outburst was not a good thing when it comes to Voldemort. But the man could get on anyone's nerves with all his pressing.
"If you were one of the Death Eaters you would have been dead on the spot." Voldemort spat. Harry gulped.
/I bet I would have. And thank Merlin I'm not one of the DE's./
"No more fooling around, you either tell me what you are planning. I know it is against me so stop trying to hide it. Tell me now, or your Godfather will have fun in his jail cell tonight when I get back."
That was a threat and Harry knew it. Actually it wasn't hard to figure out what Voldemort was talking about. The 'plan' he was referring to was the same 'plan' that they had discussed two days ago, right before Snape was called off to a meeting. The plan was of how to get Sirius out of Voldemort's clutches. Snape was somehow to try and reach Sirius and try to get him to transform, but they had soon learned that Voldemort had Pettigrew make a potion that would disable Sirius' ability to be an Animagi.
Harry was stubborn to give up and had made Snape promise to make a counter- potion and to get Sirius out as soon as possible. Harry knew that was why Snape went around grumbling all day and ignoring everyone. Harry just hoped his dislike for Sirius hadn't gone a bit too far.
"Zoning out when someone superior is talking to you is a very wrong thing to do, but I have learned enough."
Harry jumped, choked and stumbled backwards all at the same time.
"First lesson, NEVER leave your mind unguarded where someone can easily enter. You have subconsciously tried blocking me out, but you were so focused on one thing you forgot that I was even here."
Harry backed way several more steps. Voldemort had moved a few steps closer, close enough to grab his stinging arm.
And he did.
"Now why don't you tell me what everyone has been up to in that school of yours?" The question was more like a demand, actually it was a demand.
Harry was backed up against a tree. /Very familiar./ He mused as Voldemort noticed that he was not going to talk. The mark had begun to sting even more with Voldemort holding it.
Harry knew what agony Pettigrew was in when Voldemort touched his mark at the grave yard.
"I know it has something to do with your Godfather. You did not even acknowledge it when I mentioned him. You all ready knew he was alive. You are not plotting a way to get him out, are you? I will tell you right now, it will not be an easy task. Severus is watched from all sides. So is your Godfather. Sirius Black will die if either you or Severus try to come for him."
"You won't hurt him." Harry said. He was confident that Voldemort wouldn't harm Sirius as long as he needed Harry to cooperate.
Voldemort's smirk was back into place, this time it was a bit more on the evil side, "Why do you think so? I could kill him right now and none of you would ever know."
"You need Sirius, because without him there you know that I wouldn't give a damn about your offers."
"Very perspective of you, Harry. You have perceived me as the black-mailing kind of man."
Harry scowled.
"But as you know there are other ways then black mailing that can get you what you want. I seem to have found out a while ago that you black mailed your family that your convicted Godfather would come and blast them all away if they made you do more chores then you could handle. They black mailed you most of your life and then you got a chance to get back at them. Revenge is sweet is it not?"
"Depends on what kind of revenge it is."
"Harry, Harry," Voldemort said. It reminded Harry strangely of Lockhart with his annoying voice and his oh-so-/charming/ smile. Harry vaguely remembered wanting a pair of sunglasses when Lockhart smiled. He desperately wished that Voldemort wouldn't suddenly begin smiling like a nitwit and showing off in front of Harry as the supreme being.
/Ugh, bad mental image./ He screwed up his face as Lockhart came into his mind.
\Am I thankful that idiot's in St. Mungo's./
"I will have to teach you a lot of manners if you are to join my side." Voldemort said staring at Harry's dazed expression.
"What makes you so sure that I will join you?"
"Hmm, I seem to remember that I did not give you a choice. Not unless you wish to die as a Death Eater. You do know that the mark on your arm is only a miniature mark that can easily grow to its original size if I wished?"
"I really don't know why you would want me. I'm nothing special."
Voldemort laughed, "Harry hasn't anyone told you what power you hold? I'm sure you know. Your powers have been traced through the mark and you seem to know some of your limits, but you still have not reached the full potential that you are capable of."
"Is that all you think about, power? Don't you have something better to do?"
"If I didn't care about power I wouldn't be the revered Dark Lord."
Harry scoffed, "Yeah right, revered only by your Death Eaters."
"And soon you." Voldemort said smugly.
This time Harry laughed, "It will be a long time before I bow down to you Voldemort, a VERY long time."
"We shall see Harry, we shall see."
"Don't underestimate me, Voldemort. That is the mistake many people make. They think just because I'm a kid that I don't understand some things better then even an adult."
"I don't underestimate you Harry, I just don't think that you understand what I am making you do."
"I understand perfectly well. You want me to stand by your side so you could go to the Wizarding World and show off that you got the Boy-Who- Lived."
"My Harry, is that what you really think is going on? Oh no, you are far from it. Though my plan does have some similarities to your way of thinking, but I would not use you. I will use you to get the power I know I deserve, but I want you to stand by me and share that power. Hope you accept my offer, Harry. If you don't then it will be the end of everything you've ever known." Voldemort's voice turned menacing.
And Harry knew that with all Voldemort's threats in the years past, it would have been nothing compared to this one. Voldemort meant what he had said and Harry knew that he could never be able to escape him if he decides to say no. But knowing Voldemort like Harry did, he didn't take a no for an answer.
"I know that you'd do anything for your friends, and I'll do what ever it takes to turn you, Harry James Potter."
"Why? Why would you do this? I know it isn't just about the power thing, its something more." Harry said.
Voldemort glared at him, but deciding to tell him. "I have found a prophecy that might be connected to you and me. I am not sure yet, I don't have it all translated, but just in case I had to set my plan in motion. I want you to join, not because of the power you have, but because of what we could do together."
Harry said nothing, but Voldemort could almost see the gears turning in his head.
"What do you say?"
Harry was silent. His mind was in turmoil and he did not know who to believe. His darker side was persuasive and the side he had listened to the most these days, but his lighter side was reminding him of his friends. He knew that the lighter part was playing on his emotions, and Harry didn't know where to turn.
/You know you've always wanted power. You know you wanted to prove yourself to everyone./ His darker side.
/But that was before you found out that you were already famous enough. Do you want all those extra responsibilities, the extra attention?/ His lighter side countered.
/I was almost made a Slytherin, one of the snake, it would have been a great opportunity to test out the skills you had been getting. Voldemort is your escape, take his offer./
/But Ron, Hermione, /Ginny/! What will they say when they found out you turned? How will they react. Will they stay by your side? You are making a mistake! Don't do it./
Harry knew the lighter voice was more on the same thoughts Harry had been having while Voldemort was talking. Though the voices had their own perspectives, they did not know what would happen, neither did Harry. And if he joined Voldemort, many things would change very quickly. If he didn't and turned Voldemort down, pain would come, death to many, and Harry did not want that.
/But Ginny?!/ The lighter voice screamed at him. /You love her!/
Harry's stomach almost did a back flip. The sudden revelation of his love for Ginny was a shocker. He was not expecting that.
/Admit it, you love her./
Harry knew that he had loved Ginny Weasley, but he only thought he loved her as a sister, not someone that could be something to him. She was important, sure, she was his best friend's sister, but he didn't think of her as anything else. Now the voice was saying that he liked her.
/Do I? Do I like Ginny Weasley?/
/Yes, yes!/ Harry thought the voice sounded excited.
/Ginny Weasley. She will only get in the way. You wanted power and it is offered to you. Take it!/ Harry reeled as his dark voice spoke harshly. He didn't know he was capable of so much malice.
/I love Ginny and I can't take Voldemort's offer./ Harry thought. He felt stupid as he argued with his voices.
Voldemort was watching him intently waiting for his answer. His red-eyes bored into Harry's emeralds.
/Choose what you will, but be warned that everyone will die if you chose wrong. Beware that your heart will be broken. Rethink your plan./
Harry knew that the voice was right. If he did choose wrong, everyone around him would die. If he chose Voldemort, they would all be mad at him, making him out as a traitor.
/Forget them. They do not know what you have been through. All you have to do is accept Lord Voldemort's offer and all your problems will be solved. The prophecy has said so./
Harry's mind was changing, if it weren't for the light voice.
/We do not know if the prophecy the Dark Lord had mentioned was true or just a plot to get you to join. Do not believe him, or any of his tricks./
/Lord Voldemort does not lie!/ His dark voice retorted.
/How do you know?/ Harry felt really, really stupid now.
"Harry I tire of waiting, what is your decision?"
Harry opened his eyes and brought them to meet the dark lord's.
The words were formed in his mind of what his decision was going to be.
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A/N: Not a very long chapter at all.. I'm up to my neck with school work since its almost the end of the school year. I have four research papers to do...*teachers trying to kill us all so there are less of us they have to teach*... Oh well after all the school things stop happening then the stories come next. One more month of school and I have the rest of summer to spend my time on here! CAN'T WAIT!