.:Problems in the bloodline:.
Summery: When Harry gets abused, and suffers from the memories of his fourth year, Harry starts to feel like he no longer CAN feel. Harry gets help from his friends, and one Severus Snape. But when Harry finds out the truth about his blood line, nobody can help him, except his worst enemy. HP/HG DM/GW RW/LB.
This story is written by two different people, (we take turns writing chapters). We joined together to make this story, (thus the plural in Hot_Gurlz) . Please look up our other screen names: Guardian Angel of Wolves, And Mekare070389, THNX!!!!!
Spoilers: 1-4, some minor details from OotP might be referred to in our chapters, as background info. (we started this before OOTP came out, so in this story Harry is in his 5th year.)
Disclaimer: We don't own anything, except the plot, which'll be a good one, if we say so ourselves. ;)
This chapter is written by Guardian Angel of Wolves as Mekare is suffering from writer's block. She does have a few things to say:
Letter From Mekare: HEY! I'm suffering from writers block so I'm having GAoW write this chappy! Also I want to say that this Chapter is dedicated to Prongs4 who's Birthday has recently come to pass. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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.:Of traps, trials and explanations.:
~* In all the commotion neither of them had noticed the rat with a silver paw watching them from within the shadows of a dark corner. *~
// It is now or never,// Wormtail mused, // best get it over with as quickely as possible.//
With a loud 'squeak' the grey rat ran past two of the people he'd betrayed in the past on several occasions. He needed to get the boy alone; Sirius must be separated from his godson.
As expected Sirius immediately transformed into Padfoot when he saw the silver-pawed rat and bounced after the rodent.
//Come on, Padfoot, go faster. // Peter thought as he led the black dog away from his charge. The rat made an unexpected sharp turn once Padfoot was running at topspeed and the bigger Animagus crashed into a suit of armour.
Not wasting a second, for he knew that Sirius would be on his tail again within seconds, Wormtail turned around and ran straight at Harry, who had been running after the pair of them. This action was so unpredictable, so unlike Wormtail that Harry came to a halt and saw the next event happen in slow-motion.
Padfoot in the background, who was running towards them once again. Peter, who jumped at Harry, transformed along the way and Disapparated with the Boy-Who-Lived.
** Riddle Manor, other side of the country **
"Master, we have the boy." Pettigrew could not keep his pride from leaking through his words.
"Where is he?"
"In the warded dungeons, he has no way to escape. He's unconscious at the moment."
"So, you have some value after all, Wormtail. You have proven yourself less wittless than I thought you to be. Well done."
Wormtail puffed his chest in a Percy-like manner, but shrunk back in the shadows as he sensed a change in his master's demeanour.
"Lord Voldemort allways rewards his followers. Normally I would give you a few weeks off before sending you back to Hogwarts as my spy. However, I already have a spy there to watch the old Mudblood-loving fool. And now, thanks to you, I also have Potter. Besides there are numberous more capable Death Eaters than you, who will take pleasure in killing the boy's godfather. It seems I no longer have any use for you…"
Wormtails eyes widened as he grasped the meaning behind these words and he started wimpering.
"No, please, Master I beg you! I'll do anything-"
"Anything? Anything at all?" Voldemort asked with a twisted smile on his horrible face.
"Whatever you say, Master."
"You have no value, but perhaps that silver hand of yours has. One simple but delicate creation, build for the kill. Very well, I will spare your miserable life for now."
He reached out to Peter, rolled up the left sleeve and pressed a chalkwhite finger on the sinister Dark Mark. Pettigrew cried out in pain, but was ignored by his master.
Two minutes later another Death Eater appeared in their midst.
"How lovely to see you again, Bella," Voldemort said, as the woman bent down to him and kissed the hems of his robes.
"Master," she breathed, "how may I serve you?"
"You may have the pleasure of bringing great pain to your despicable cousin, Bellatrix."
"Thank you, Master."
Voldemort laughed. "Don't thank me yet: you are not to hurt him physically."
"But Master-"
"Hush! He must live to suffer pain. We will break his spirit like we break wild Thestrals. You will take Wormtail with you as you go in search for Lupin, the one Wormtail told me about. As much as I hate to say this he will be in charge of you. If word reaches my ear that you have disobeyed me, I will be most displeased. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Master." Bellatrix Lestrange tried to mask her anger, but Voldemort was not fooled.
"You should be grateful, Bella, and honored that I put my faith into you. Come here."
Lestrange was shocked by the strange request, but walked up to her master anyway, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor.
"You love putting people under Cruciatus, don't you?" Voldemort lowered his voice to a shilling whisper that demanded attention.
"Yes, Master."
"Look at me." Voldemort ordered.
With some hesitance the cold woman complied. She looked into those red, catlike eyes and shuddered in delightful fear. The Dark Lord grcefully pulled his wand out of his long-sleeved robe and said, "This will be a reminder of my strenght, Bella. A strenght that will keep you in line 'till the end of your days."
He cast the Cruciatus Curse on her for mere seconds, but with an immense intensity. As soon as it was lifted she collapsed panting, weary and experiencing the afterpain of the illegal spell.
"You get three hours to recover. Then you shall go with Wormtail whether you like it or not. Fetch the werewolf. Oh and Bella, never ever forget the greatness of my power and knowledge, which extends yours by far. Take her away, Wormtail."
"At once, M- master."
A few minutes after they'd left, a knock on the doors alerted Voldemort of the coming of the one whose skills he wanted to benefit of.
"Enter, Severus."
Snape walked in, bowed to the Dark Lord and like every other servant kissed the hems of his master's robes.
"Arise, Severus, I wish to speak with you."
"You have no doubt read the letter I send you?" Voldemort asked. Snape nodded. "And have you succeeded in brewing the potion I want?"
"Yes, Master."
Voldemort smiled. "Don't you wonder why I would request such a triffle brew?"
"I would not be so foolish as to question your orders, my Lord."
"Very senible, Severus, very wise. As a reward I shall explain to you." He conjured up a small chair from midair. "Take a seat."
A most unusual request, but Severus obeyed.
"You see, I want to alter my appearance for a reason. As I'm sure you figured."
He paused to drink the potion. It took effect immediately. Instead of the zombie-like Voldemort now sat the image of Tom Riddle. Not an old Tom, but how he would look if he was still in the prime of his life; except fot the red slit eyes that remained the same. Snape couldn't help but gasp at the drastic change. The Dark Lord laughed again, something he did more often these days.
"So it worked. Much more effective than a mere illusion. Severus, have I ever told you about what happened the night I tried to obtain the Philosopher's Stone?"
"No, my Lord. And I'm afraid I must admit that I can't see how this is connected to your change." Snape said.
"Patience, Severus. Ironically enough, it was Potter who gave me the idea. You see, he said he had expected you to be the one to go after the Stone. Never, for a second had he suspected Quirrell. Far too naïve, at least that's changing now… But do you see my point? Quirrell appeared to be weak and Potter underestimated him. It my foes see me as you see me now they'll be confused and make that same mistake. Of course that is not the only reason, but it is beneficial non the less."
"Might I ask the other cause of your doing so?" Severus inquired, his curiosity for once getting the better of him.
"It will make it easier for Potter to addept. He's here, you know."
Snape gasped. "He- he's here and not dead yet?"
"No, Severus, he will remain alive."
"Why?" To say Severus was shocked was the understatement of the year. First the Dark Lord revealed to him that he had Harry in his grasp and now, for some obscure reason Voldemort wanted the boy alive. It didn't make sense, not at all. Unless…
"I can see in your eyes that you solved the riddle." Once again he laughed, but it sounded less unnatural this time. He continued, "Harry Potter will stay alive because I say so. Because I have found my heir."
Those words echoed through the hall, hang in the air like a flared of dark clouds. The fire in the hearth flared with intensity. Yet, down in the dungeons Harry Potter knew non these matters that would change his life in the days to come.
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