Harry felt himself standing in a spacious room whose atmosphere chilled him down to the bone. Where is he? Why is he here? Though the room is extremely dark, he could tell this wasn't the department of mysteries. He isn't having his normal nightmare of the day Sirius d...left him. Rather than despair and emptiness, he felt anger and frustration. Then he heard and felt it:
"When did this happen?" snarled an unnaturally high-pitched voice...in fact, it was HIS voice. Now he understood. He was in another vision.
"W w w we j j j just f f found o out m m master" squeaked a panicky, familiar voice...wormtail!
"FOOLS! Do you have ANY idea what she means to us?! She's Slytherin's 2nd heir, MY heir! She is the epitome of an impeccable pureblood, tracing her lineage back to Merlin himself! With all the power she and I possess, together we'd be invincible! For decades we've searched for her, for millennia Slytherin has waited for her! Now that she's here, you let her be snatched by a bunch of idiots led by that sorry excuse of a wizard Dumbledore!!! CRUCIO!"
Blood curdling screams filled the room, echoing harshly off the stone walls. That's when Harry realized he wasn't just with Voldemort and Wormtail; he was in a room filled with an army of elite Death Eaters, Voldemort's inner circle.
After what seemed like an eternity, Harry felt himself lift his wand.
"Master, if you please, we can easily locate her!" croaked the pain-filled voice of Lucious Malfoy "Where could she be but Hogwarts? My son..." He never finished his sentence as a cold laugh filled the air.
"The entire lot of you would be useless against her, let alone your pathetic son who can't even win a Quidditch match!" Harry saw Malfoy flinch and stiffen under the words. "She's a polymorphagus. She could appear in front of you as Draco himself!"
"But master, all polymorphagus have their telltale signs. The one for the house of Black is..." Unluckily for the speaker, she was also cut-off.
"You're forgetting, Bella, that she has two polymorphagi bloodlines in her. One is the Blacks, the other...the Dumbledores" Harry felt himself spit out the last word like poison. "Though she is more distantly related to the Dumbledores', their magic is stronger, capable of changing any outward telltale signs."
"What about tracing her wand? How many wands can there be with a phoenix tear, mermaid scale and unicorn hair as their core?" Said a confident voice Harry did not recognize.
"Nemard, don't be silly. You taught her at Durmstrang! She didn't take her wand with her!" Retorted an equally regal voice.
Silence now filled the room. The tension grew to a point that you could slice through it with a dull dinner knife. Harry felt his anger starting to bubble. Soon enough, it overflowed and he snapped.
"You bunch of useless idiots! Find her and return her to me in 3 months! I WILL NOT HAVE THAT IDIOTIC ORDER CORRUPT HER! UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes master!" Responded a shaking group of Death Eaters.
"Good. For every month after the deadline, one of you will pay with your life" Harry said as if it was the most merciful treatment known to mankind. "And as a reminder...Crucio"
Moments later Harry Potter awoke clutching the scar that now felt like it was on fire. Little did he know that he would soon be meeting the very girl Voldemort angered over and never, in a billion years, would he have suspected her to be his soulmate.