Chapter 7
Trapped
The only light that managed to enter the dark chamber was coming from the crevasses in the wooden roof. The old wooden palettes were rotten to the core becoming a shelter to many night insects that roamed about the place. The rays that slipped into the room were firstly filtered through the heavyset leaves upon the ancient branches of the forest.
The old bungalow was located in the depth of the thick forest that allowed no one to enter or leave. It was impossible to find your way out if the enchanted trees made way for you to enter, and impossible to enter if the trees wished not of your presents. However, nothing was unattainable for the Dark Lord and his followers. If he wished for something, he received it. But the Lord knew that his life was challenged by a mere child, and he didn't wish to rest until the day Harry Potter was eliminated from the face of the Earth, and he found it very difficult to manage.
The "run down shed", as Voldemort referred to his dwelling, was used during the Goblin Revolution by a colony of wizards. It was constructed as an armory and the secret headquarters. The portion upon the ground was purposely made to resemble an old abandoned house, as the underground section contained the most advanced weapons, the most roomy dungeons, and a shelter for the once that were hunted. It was also famous for the fountain of truth and memory reader, but there were no one left that has seen it.
It was long forgotten and abandoned after the war. The maps and secret codes were burned and destroyed. It remained a simple tale for the kids that were tolled by their parents by the bonfire. Even the greatest wizards had any idea of it's existence, Voldemort, however, did.
Because of the large amount of dungeons and many underground passages it made a suitable location for the Dark Lord. He was safe from the outside world and had time to plan his great entrance into society.
Voldemort came back three years ago, but prolonged his reentrance. He wished to be rid of Harry Potter before his great arrival. However, it was impossible to get him at Hogwarts. He was always watched and was never left alone. Besides Voldemort didn't wish to create nuisance in the school, as he was cautious of Dumbledore. During the summers he had no idea of Harry's whereabouts. Harry didn't live with the Dursleys anymore at Privet Drive. It was the fourth summer that passed without knowing where he was. Harry's essence disappeared with each departure of Hogwarts Express at the end of term.
Voldemort was sitting in a leather chair that stood in the middle of the room. He was closely observing the house elves dusting the cabinets and scrubbing the floor. The ray that passed through the cracks in the roof spilled on to his gray skin, and his red eyes shined with hatred.
Suddenly a door from the dungeons flung open and a small figure appeared within the frame.
"Nice of you to join me! Have you received the answers?" The little man was avoiding eye contact. His pupils ran from one corner to the next. The muscle under his left eye slowly began twitching. He couldn't formulate a word.
"Well!?" Voldemort shouted and banged his fist on to the chair handle. The impact between his bony but powerful hand and the handle created a loud thud. His voice ran through the room and got tangled with the tiny water particles in the humid air.
"Well master...we are..." the trembling man began, but was interrupted by a cold voice.
"First of all you're not a house elf so do not infer to me as 'master'. To my Death Eaters I'm Lord; however, if you wish to become a house elf in all its disgusting ways, I can arrange it for you." He raised his wand and pointed the tip of it strait at the figure that was slowly backing away.
"No my Lord, I wish to be your faithful servant."
"Good! Now, Pettigrew, what are the circumstances with the girl?" He stressed the importance on the name, Pettigrew. Voldemort fully knew that the man didn't wish to be called by that name. It reminded him of his betrayal.
"Nothing had been discovered, my Lord. Nothing that you seek that is!" He quickly added seeing the horrible expression on his Lord's face. He clearly remembered the Cruciatus Curse that Voldemort placed on him at the beginning of the mission.
"What have you discovered?"
"Nothing my Lord."
"Nothing? Finding out nothing is telling me that you're going nothing. If you are doing nothing, then you're not following my orders. This deserves a punishment.
Pettigrew remembered the pain that penetrated his body. He felt it that very moment within his own thoughts, dreading the instant that would make not only his thoughts feel it, but his body as well.
"What was the last thing you found out?"
"How she became red, my Lord."
"That disgusting color did not suite her. She didn't mention anything that can help us?"
"No my Lord."
"This is taking forever!" Voldemort threw his goblet at the door barely missing Pettigrew.
"Maybe you should go and check her yourself. She might be persuaded to flip some memories away."
"You fool! We can't skip anything that went on before we got her. She can possess the most voluble information at the most unimportant memory! However, I'll go and check them myself. What did I expect from a week of work? She does possess powerful genes." He smirked and began walking towards the open door.
Both of them descended into the dungeons. A bright silvery light glowed from one of the many chambers. It was the last at the hall and the most roomy of all. In the middle stood a cylindrical tube that stretched from the ceiling to the floor with a diameter of two meters. It was filled with clear water. The bottom was illuminating the entire chamber. The silver light danced gracefully from the source, up the water, and entered the linings upon the ceiling creating a spider web design.
Voldemort came up to the cylinder and placed his hand upon the thick glass. His long yellow fingernails began tapping upon it. He closely examined the beautiful girl that slept within the water. Her face was soft and gentle. Her eyes were closed and taken over by many dreams. Her pale lips were shut and motionless. He skin pallid almost blue. Her long blond hair curled about her. She was wearing an ice blue dress that now flew weightlessly about her body. A big diamond encircled by an emerald serpent was glowing on her fourth finger.
"Give me the name and place and you would go free. It would be a pity to spend the rest of your life trapped in a bottle. You'll waist away your beauty." Voldemort hissed; his red eyes flashed with desire.
"My Lord, the place is ready." Voldemort turned around and walked to the pedestal. There were many lights that glowed upon it. His bony palms occupied two hand imprints. Pettigrew carefully balanced a jewel upon his Lord's head that immediately began to glow.
"Lets begin," Voldemort whispered, as the girls eyelids began to tremble, and her dreams overtook her whole being.
I know you might be confused, but everything will come about!