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 bloodline, 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 HotGurlz) . Please look up our other screen names: Guardian Angel of Wolves and Mekare070389, THNX!!!!!
Spoilers: 1-4 (we started this before OOTP came out, so in this story Harry is going into his 5th year)
Disclaimer: We don't own anything except the plot, not making money and no hard feelings intended. Satisfied?
This chapter is written by Mekare.
Of Dreams, Lies & Decisions
When all of the Death Eaters had left the Adlego Chamber, Voldemort looked over at Harry.
"Now Harry, it is time for you to return to Hogwarts. I will send for you in five days time. When you are here, I expect you to give me your answer. If you agree you will stay with me for one year. At the end of that year, it will be up to you as to whether or not you let me train you for a longer period of time." Voldemort grinned, as Harry's eyes narrowed.
"And what exactly do you expect me to tell Dumbledore?" Harry inquired in a tone that clearly showed he
didn't think Voldemort had thought of that.
"Merely blame Wormtail's idiocy. Tell you Headmaster that Wormtail knocked you out, and when you came to you found the Portkey he used to take you there, and that you were able to leave before you even saw me." Voldemort replied with a smirk, "It should please the old man to believe you thwarted my attempts yet again. Also, take this," Voldemort handed Harry a vile filled with a blueish liquid.
"What's this?" Harry asked suspiciously. "You don't want Dumbledore to know you're lying do you? He too is very skilled in Legilimency, this will protect your mind. It is something of my own invention actually." Voldemort said with a superior grin.
"Er...thanks." Harry said, amazed, and yet not very surprised.
"Now go! Here's the portkey." Voldemort handed Harry another small vile, (this time empty of any contents.)
Harry waited for a few minutes before he suddenly felt a familiar pull behind his navel, and the next thing he knew he was standing on the grounds in front of Hogwarts.
Harry walked slowly towards the entrance, stopping only for a moment to gulp down the Mind-Block potion Voldemort gave him.
Once he reached the entrance of the school he realized that the entire castle was in absolute chaos! And by the looks of it, they were trying to figure out what to do about Harry. Suddenly, all Harry could see was a bushy head of hair in his face, as one of his best friends hugged him just about to death.
"HARRY!!" Hermione yelled, at the sound of his name everyone turned and saw Harry, who immediately found himself being smothered with people trying to hug him. Harry noticed a group of red heads was also apart of the rioting group, and they looked like they were about to punch the next person to get in their way.
Over the noise Harry could hear the stern voice of Professor McGonagall, "Out of my way! Out of my way! Hello Mr. Potter, please come with me, we need to inform the Headmaster of your return."
Harry's breath caught in his throat. He was still worried that the Headmaster would still see right through his act, despite the potion. As he and McGonagall walked, his mind reeled as he went over his story repeatedly.
"Mars Bars" McGonagall said as they reached Dumbledore's entrance.
The moment that Dumbledore saw his star pupil his eyes lit up.
"Harry!" he said, obviously pleased.
At the sound of his Godson's name Sirius, (who had been waiting impatiently in Dumbledore's office) jumped up and started hugging Harry.
"Harry! Oh Harry, you're safe! Oh thank goodness! I don't know what I would have done! I'm sorry! I should've been faster to catch Wormtail! I failed to protect you! What happened? Are you injured? Where did they take you? How did you get back? Please say something!" Sirius yelled in what Harry was sure, was all one breath.
"I'm trying to tell you! But not only are you speaking a million miles a minute, I can hardly breathe! Let alone speak!" Harry said, a hint of laughter in his voice.
"Oh sorry!" Sirius said letting go, and pulling up a chair for his Godson.
Harry felt good to know that people cared about him. Then he remembered that while he was making a deal with Voldemort, they were all worried sick about him. Harry felt a wave of guilt wash over him.
"Harry," Dumbledore said, pulling him out of his reverie, "Would you please tell us what happened after you were abducted by Mr. Pettigrew?"
Harry drew in a breath, he knew that if he was going to pull this off, he would have to tap into whatever acting skills he had. Otherwise the potion would have gone to waste and the others would find out the truth, which meant that Voldemort would...Harry didn't even want to think about what Voldemort would do.
"Er...yeah, sure." Harry said.
All eyes were on Harry, waiting for his story. Looking around the room, Harry noticed that the occupants of all the pictures were listening as well, and they were clearly very interested as they didn't even bother to feign sleep.
"Well, basically Wormtail knocked me out, and when I came to I was in a dungeon of some sort. As it turned out, Luck (and Wormtail's stupidity) was on my side. Looking around the room I saw a small vile laying just out of reach of my foot. I wasn't sure, but I guessed it was the portkey Wormtail used to bring me there. Anyway, I was chained to the wall so there was nothing I could do at the moment, I waited."
Harry was startled by his ability to lie so easily, and he wondered momentarily whether Voldemort had anything to do with it.
"Finally after waiting for some time, Wormtail came in. He walked over and undid my chains, then before I lost the chance I ducked under his arms, grabbed the portkey, (while praying like mad that it was, in fact, the portkey) and suddenly I appeared back here." Harry looked around and suddenly all his fear left him. They believed it, he could tell just by looking at them.
"Well..." Dumbledore said, leaning back in his chair, "I see that Lady Luck still works in your favor. I will admit, I had my fears doubts. Although, I'm sure your mothers protection also had something to do with it." Dumbledore said with a glint in his eye.
Normally those words would have warmed Harry's heart, but this time it only brought guilt, and curiosity. Did his mother know that her husband was the son of Voldemort? No, of course not, James didn't even know, so how could Lily? Harry now feared that merely by making a deal with Voldemort he was betraying his parents. But he knew that he had to in order to same his friends.
"Well, I'm sure you're tired, and I know that you have some friends who would like some explaining, so you'd better get going." Dumbledore said, the twinkle in his eye clearly visible.
Dumbledore then looked to Sirius, "Please escort Harry back to the Gryffindor Tower. We don't want anyone popping up and trying to kidnap him again, now would we?"
Four days had passed, and Harry still had no news from Voldemort, which was fine for him, but he was worried too.
'What am I going to do?' Harry thought to himself, as he lay in bed that night. 'How will I ever succeed at hiding this from everyone?' Harry tried not to fall asleep, hoping that, in time, the answer would come. But try as he might, he did eventually drop off to sleep.
Harry looked around, he was in a dark room; there was nobody else that he could see. Then, out of a far door, Voldemort walked in, and took a seat next to Harry. Voldemort turned and faced his Grandson, "Just sit back and enjoy the show." he said grinning maliciously. It wasn't until that moment that he realized he was tied to the chair he was seated in.
"Bring them in!" Voldemort yelled, at his orders Lucius Malfoy walked into the room, three people dangling in mid air behind him. Harry recognized them immediately as the people he loved most: Ron, Hermione, and Sirius, all gagged and bound. The tree prisoners were lowered to the ground.
"Untie their gags!" Voldemort commanded, "I want you to hear them scream." the last bit was aimed toward Harry.
Voldemort nodded to Malfoy you looked at each hostage in turn.
"Crucio!" he said, pointing his wand at Sirius, then the screams began. Harry rammed his eyes shut, but was suddenly forced to open them by an unseen force, that was so obviously Voldemort.
"Don't like it? Too bad, you'll watch! This is what happens when you deny an offer from Lord Voldemort!"
Harry watched, silent tears streaming down his face as each friend was tortured in turn.
Over the screams Harry heard the fateful words spoken, "Avada Kadavera!" Harry saw the flash of green light, then... suddenly awoke.
Harry looked around the room. Once he was convinced that everything was okay he laid back down, knowing he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep tonight. Thinking about the dream he realized that, that was what would happen, should he refuse to comply to stay with Voldemort for the one year.
'So much for having a sweet, caring Grandfather.' Harry thought.
Rolling onto his side, he realized what he had to do. He knew he'd be betraying everyone, but he had to...to save them. If Harry had looked down at the ring Voldemort had given him, he would have seen a light fade from its ruby eyes.
Allyanna-If you read the chapter where Voldemort tells about Harry about his being Voldemort Grandson, you will see that he says that the lady he impregnated was not only his Grandmother, but that she had a baby boy) "What I did not know until just recently is that, I had got her pregnant, and that she gave birth to a baby boy." [Chapter 6] The baby boy is, of coarse James.
Blackdragonofslytherin-Trust me, Harry has no intentions of telling them that he's Voldie's Grandson. I mean, I doubt they'd take it well, you know?
Elanore de Lioncourt-We were really just joking about being dark witches. Basically we were going for the Harry Potter idea of witches-only we're evil, (otherwise Harry wouldn't be Voldie's Grandson now would he?) Thus the description in our profile where we say "Dark Witches"
Everyone who want to know what the ring does-I gave a hint, but you'll just have to wait and see. If you think you know please don't say in the reviews, so that people who are still clueless, can stay clueless. Evil Grin Or come up where their own ideas, whichever!
TBC
This story is written by two different people, (we take turns writing chapters). We joined together to make this story, (thus the plural in HotGurlz) . Please look up our other screen names: Guardian Angel of Wolves and Mekare070389, THNX!!!!!
Spoilers: 1-4 (we started this before OOTP came out, so in this story Harry is going into his 5th year)
Disclaimer: We don't own anything except the plot, not making money and no hard feelings intended. Satisfied?
This chapter is written by Mekare.
Of Dreams, Lies & Decisions
When all of the Death Eaters had left the Adlego Chamber, Voldemort looked over at Harry.
"Now Harry, it is time for you to return to Hogwarts. I will send for you in five days time. When you are here, I expect you to give me your answer. If you agree you will stay with me for one year. At the end of that year, it will be up to you as to whether or not you let me train you for a longer period of time." Voldemort grinned, as Harry's eyes narrowed.
"And what exactly do you expect me to tell Dumbledore?" Harry inquired in a tone that clearly showed he
didn't think Voldemort had thought of that.
"Merely blame Wormtail's idiocy. Tell you Headmaster that Wormtail knocked you out, and when you came to you found the Portkey he used to take you there, and that you were able to leave before you even saw me." Voldemort replied with a smirk, "It should please the old man to believe you thwarted my attempts yet again. Also, take this," Voldemort handed Harry a vile filled with a blueish liquid.
"What's this?" Harry asked suspiciously. "You don't want Dumbledore to know you're lying do you? He too is very skilled in Legilimency, this will protect your mind. It is something of my own invention actually." Voldemort said with a superior grin.
"Er...thanks." Harry said, amazed, and yet not very surprised.
"Now go! Here's the portkey." Voldemort handed Harry another small vile, (this time empty of any contents.)
Harry waited for a few minutes before he suddenly felt a familiar pull behind his navel, and the next thing he knew he was standing on the grounds in front of Hogwarts.
Harry walked slowly towards the entrance, stopping only for a moment to gulp down the Mind-Block potion Voldemort gave him.
Once he reached the entrance of the school he realized that the entire castle was in absolute chaos! And by the looks of it, they were trying to figure out what to do about Harry. Suddenly, all Harry could see was a bushy head of hair in his face, as one of his best friends hugged him just about to death.
"HARRY!!" Hermione yelled, at the sound of his name everyone turned and saw Harry, who immediately found himself being smothered with people trying to hug him. Harry noticed a group of red heads was also apart of the rioting group, and they looked like they were about to punch the next person to get in their way.
Over the noise Harry could hear the stern voice of Professor McGonagall, "Out of my way! Out of my way! Hello Mr. Potter, please come with me, we need to inform the Headmaster of your return."
Harry's breath caught in his throat. He was still worried that the Headmaster would still see right through his act, despite the potion. As he and McGonagall walked, his mind reeled as he went over his story repeatedly.
"Mars Bars" McGonagall said as they reached Dumbledore's entrance.
The moment that Dumbledore saw his star pupil his eyes lit up.
"Harry!" he said, obviously pleased.
At the sound of his Godson's name Sirius, (who had been waiting impatiently in Dumbledore's office) jumped up and started hugging Harry.
"Harry! Oh Harry, you're safe! Oh thank goodness! I don't know what I would have done! I'm sorry! I should've been faster to catch Wormtail! I failed to protect you! What happened? Are you injured? Where did they take you? How did you get back? Please say something!" Sirius yelled in what Harry was sure, was all one breath.
"I'm trying to tell you! But not only are you speaking a million miles a minute, I can hardly breathe! Let alone speak!" Harry said, a hint of laughter in his voice.
"Oh sorry!" Sirius said letting go, and pulling up a chair for his Godson.
Harry felt good to know that people cared about him. Then he remembered that while he was making a deal with Voldemort, they were all worried sick about him. Harry felt a wave of guilt wash over him.
"Harry," Dumbledore said, pulling him out of his reverie, "Would you please tell us what happened after you were abducted by Mr. Pettigrew?"
Harry drew in a breath, he knew that if he was going to pull this off, he would have to tap into whatever acting skills he had. Otherwise the potion would have gone to waste and the others would find out the truth, which meant that Voldemort would...Harry didn't even want to think about what Voldemort would do.
"Er...yeah, sure." Harry said.
All eyes were on Harry, waiting for his story. Looking around the room, Harry noticed that the occupants of all the pictures were listening as well, and they were clearly very interested as they didn't even bother to feign sleep.
"Well, basically Wormtail knocked me out, and when I came to I was in a dungeon of some sort. As it turned out, Luck (and Wormtail's stupidity) was on my side. Looking around the room I saw a small vile laying just out of reach of my foot. I wasn't sure, but I guessed it was the portkey Wormtail used to bring me there. Anyway, I was chained to the wall so there was nothing I could do at the moment, I waited."
Harry was startled by his ability to lie so easily, and he wondered momentarily whether Voldemort had anything to do with it.
"Finally after waiting for some time, Wormtail came in. He walked over and undid my chains, then before I lost the chance I ducked under his arms, grabbed the portkey, (while praying like mad that it was, in fact, the portkey) and suddenly I appeared back here." Harry looked around and suddenly all his fear left him. They believed it, he could tell just by looking at them.
"Well..." Dumbledore said, leaning back in his chair, "I see that Lady Luck still works in your favor. I will admit, I had my fears doubts. Although, I'm sure your mothers protection also had something to do with it." Dumbledore said with a glint in his eye.
Normally those words would have warmed Harry's heart, but this time it only brought guilt, and curiosity. Did his mother know that her husband was the son of Voldemort? No, of course not, James didn't even know, so how could Lily? Harry now feared that merely by making a deal with Voldemort he was betraying his parents. But he knew that he had to in order to same his friends.
"Well, I'm sure you're tired, and I know that you have some friends who would like some explaining, so you'd better get going." Dumbledore said, the twinkle in his eye clearly visible.
Dumbledore then looked to Sirius, "Please escort Harry back to the Gryffindor Tower. We don't want anyone popping up and trying to kidnap him again, now would we?"
Four days had passed, and Harry still had no news from Voldemort, which was fine for him, but he was worried too.
'What am I going to do?' Harry thought to himself, as he lay in bed that night. 'How will I ever succeed at hiding this from everyone?' Harry tried not to fall asleep, hoping that, in time, the answer would come. But try as he might, he did eventually drop off to sleep.
Harry looked around, he was in a dark room; there was nobody else that he could see. Then, out of a far door, Voldemort walked in, and took a seat next to Harry. Voldemort turned and faced his Grandson, "Just sit back and enjoy the show." he said grinning maliciously. It wasn't until that moment that he realized he was tied to the chair he was seated in.
"Bring them in!" Voldemort yelled, at his orders Lucius Malfoy walked into the room, three people dangling in mid air behind him. Harry recognized them immediately as the people he loved most: Ron, Hermione, and Sirius, all gagged and bound. The tree prisoners were lowered to the ground.
"Untie their gags!" Voldemort commanded, "I want you to hear them scream." the last bit was aimed toward Harry.
Voldemort nodded to Malfoy you looked at each hostage in turn.
"Crucio!" he said, pointing his wand at Sirius, then the screams began. Harry rammed his eyes shut, but was suddenly forced to open them by an unseen force, that was so obviously Voldemort.
"Don't like it? Too bad, you'll watch! This is what happens when you deny an offer from Lord Voldemort!"
Harry watched, silent tears streaming down his face as each friend was tortured in turn.
Over the screams Harry heard the fateful words spoken, "Avada Kadavera!" Harry saw the flash of green light, then... suddenly awoke.
Harry looked around the room. Once he was convinced that everything was okay he laid back down, knowing he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep tonight. Thinking about the dream he realized that, that was what would happen, should he refuse to comply to stay with Voldemort for the one year.
'So much for having a sweet, caring Grandfather.' Harry thought.
Rolling onto his side, he realized what he had to do. He knew he'd be betraying everyone, but he had to...to save them. If Harry had looked down at the ring Voldemort had given him, he would have seen a light fade from its ruby eyes.
Allyanna-If you read the chapter where Voldemort tells about Harry about his being Voldemort Grandson, you will see that he says that the lady he impregnated was not only his Grandmother, but that she had a baby boy) "What I did not know until just recently is that, I had got her pregnant, and that she gave birth to a baby boy." [Chapter 6] The baby boy is, of coarse James.
Blackdragonofslytherin-Trust me, Harry has no intentions of telling them that he's Voldie's Grandson. I mean, I doubt they'd take it well, you know?
Elanore de Lioncourt-We were really just joking about being dark witches. Basically we were going for the Harry Potter idea of witches-only we're evil, (otherwise Harry wouldn't be Voldie's Grandson now would he?) Thus the description in our profile where we say "Dark Witches"
Everyone who want to know what the ring does-I gave a hint, but you'll just have to wait and see. If you think you know please don't say in the reviews, so that people who are still clueless, can stay clueless. Evil Grin Or come up where their own ideas, whichever!
TBC