CH.8 The Dream
Disclaimer: this story is based on characters created and owned by J.K. Rowling no money is being made off of this story. Sara, Sharen, and Suki are mine. Special thanks to Morrigan my co-author and beta reader.
The death eaters came into the forest clearing and assembled into the familiar circle with Voldemort at their center. He addressed the group, "The girl shows slow progress in turning to our side. Any-one doubting my decision in choosing her as my queen know this: she called her wand to her from across a dungeon, while chained. Her powers had been depleted through starvation and torture, and yet she almost escaped. If any still doubt me speak now." A deathly silence descended on the group, none wished to challenge him. "I thought not. Continue with your work Lucius if you succeed you will be well rewarded, fail and I shall make you wish you had killed yourself."
"I understand my lord.", came the soft reply.
One hundred miles away Harry Potter woke with a now familiar pain throbbing on his forehead giving him a strong sense of Deja-vu. The dream that had accompanied the pain chilled him. A girl, who he did not know, had been taken prisoner by Voldemort. Voldemort was changing her over to the Dark side as his queen against her will. He would write Dumbledorr as soon as Hedwig got back from hunting. He would know what to do.
Voldemort continued to give orders and dismissed all of the Death-Eaters but Lucius and Severus.
He addressed the pair softly, "Severus, you have taught this girl, is there anything you know about her that would help break her?"
Severus Snape pondered this for a moment then shook his head saying, "I'm afraid not my Lord. Nothing that she hasn't let anyone else see publicly."
"What do you know?", Voldemort asked.
Catching the danger in his voice Snape answered quickly. "She is slow to anger. She is a fast learner and proud of it, and," he continued ruefully, "she's stubborn. She is close friends with Weasley and Potter. That's all she lets any one know about her."
Voldemort turned to Lucius and asked, "What does your son say of her?"
"The same My Lord.", he replied.
"Leave then, both of you. You have your orders.", Voldemort commanded. Both bowed and disapparated at the same time.