Chapter Four
Family Ties
"Wormtail, I was sure you'd take longer," a voice whipped from the silence. It was cold, cold enough to send the hairs on Harry's neck on end. He finally felt his limps, they were almost dragging along. "Dear Lord!" The voice cried.
"Didn't think I'd do it did you Bella?" Peter mocked to the darkness. He dug his hand into Harry's pocket and withdrew his wand.
"Give that back!" Harry lunged, but another pair of arms gripped him.
"Welcome Harry Potter."
"Who's that?" Harry asked sternly.
He got no answer. The hands were cold. Harry was dragged down the hall and thrown into a cage. "The Dark Lord won't be but awhile."
"Where the hell am I?!?!" Harry scream, throwing him self onto the bars.
"Calm down Harry, a struggle will only hurt you more."
Harry pushed away from the bars slowly.
"What?" He heard three pairs of footsteps walk away. The voice came from his left just past candle light. The bars of another steel cage glistened in the fire light, but the person that belonged to the voice hid in the shadows.
"I said not to struggle and not to worry," he said again. Harry could tell it was a guy. He slurred on his finally word and faint English accent hid in his words, but it sounded like it had been there only for a small time then faded.
"Who are you?" Harry asked, resting himself against the bars.
"You know who I am," the boy said.
"No I don't," Harry answered chuckling slightly.
"You look so much like James, but I bet you hear that all the time."
"You knew my dad?" Harry felt the same jitter inside he felt when he first knew Remus and Sirius knew his father.
"A little, I was very young when he died. but my mom knew him plenty." The boy chuckled too. "She used to tell us how she 'fell for James Potter before she realized he had such a cute cousin.'" Harry watched the shadows as a pale white hand rose from the darkness and seemed to wave as though Harry would messing with his hair; Harry messed with his own.
"Wait, I do know you," Harry realized.
"I thought you did," the boy said sighing greatly.
"How long have you been here?"
"Oh, a day or so." He answered.
"What does Voldemort want?"
There was no answer.
"Patrick, I said what does Voldemort want."
The boy glided into the light. His face was bruised and a cut ran from the right tear docket of his eye to his ear. His lips where purple and pushed together under and slightly hooked nose. "They want us Harry. he wants the Potters."
Harry stared at him for a moment. Patrick's eyes were nearly dead, frozen over in hatred. "Then why are you still alive?"
"Balance Harry, balance." Patrick sighed.
"I don't get it. balance? Balance of what?" Harry enquired pushing himself against the bar closer to Patrick.
"Did they kill Vernon Dursely, Dudley Dursely, Heather Evans and Alton Evans?" Patrick asked, cuddling back up in his corner of darkness.
"Yes. how did you know?"
"And did you trade Peter you for Markus Evans?"
"Yes but."
"DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU STRAIGHT TO HELL!" Patrick screamed jumping to his feet.
"What?"
"You choose them! You choose Slytherin!" Patrick screamed at him.
"I did not!" Harry defended regaining his footing. "I choose my family! I choose to go instead of someone I love just like you did for Patrice!"
"I had no choice. but you did." Patrick growled.
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!?!"
Patrick's eyes bugged out and he slumped back down into a heap, "You don't know. you have no idea." He whispered to himself.
"Know what for god's sake!!!!" Harry fell to the metal floor of the cage with a clink.
"Harry, the Potters are descends of Gryffindor," Patrice said.
"I know that damnit!" Harry snapped.
"And the Evans are married in Slytherin."
The words slowly sunk into Harry like cold water. It tighten his skin and made his blood run a little slower. his mom. Dudley. his aunt. he never knew.
"That means. that means. that means I'm both." He looked at Patrick, his eyes blunt.
"Not anymore," Patrick sighed, "You choose Mark. you choose Slytherin."
Harry collapsed in the back of the cage. He had. he had and what killed him inside was that he would have done it again even if he knew. He had let Patrice and Patrick done. Seri down. he had let everyone down.
"Bravo! Bravo Harry!" a high pitch voice echoed from the foyer just out of sight. "I knew you had it in you Harry, well done!" The sound was merry and had a softly tone to it.
"You," Patrick hissed.
"Yes. it's me!" A man stepped out of the darkness into the light of the candle. For the first time, Harry took notice to his surroundings. it was like a cave, the walls were brown and dark, the ceiling dripping something Harry hoped was water but was thick like blood. The only light was the candle lit ever one or so on the wall. The man pushed back his hood and Harry's scar jolted. Voldemort.
"So Harry," Voldemort said, stepping toward his cage.
Harry looked to a corner praying to regain his strength and stood. His eyes dancing away, but he finally met the cold black eyes of Tom Riddle. "So Tom."
"Don't call me by my muggle father's name boy," Voldemort barked.
"Oh, and I bet Voldemort is a much better name."
"Why I outta," Bella squealed.
Voldemort held up an arm and she stopped, "Voldemort is a name people fear to even speak. Tom is a worthless muggle!"
Bella and Peter jumped to the side flabbergasted, "My Lord." Bella said.
Voldemort hushed them again.
"No matter what you say Harry." Voldemort said, "You choose me. you choose Slytherin."
"I choose Mark. I didn't choose anything that resembled anything I ever stepped on!" Harry snapped.
Voldemort threw and hand and caught Harry's neck. "We shall see who is stepped on by whom."
Harry winced his eyes in an evil stare. Voldemort tried to star back, but he slowly released Harry. "It makes no matter.. You choose this side of your family. you have chosen Slytherin to live and Gryffindor to die."
Harry looked away. he had..
"It shouldn't matter," Patrick said from his corner. "He chose family. and he never choose Gryffindor to die. just Slytherin not to be taken."
"Shut up Potter." Wormtail ordered.
"Make me you little traitor!" Peter then lunged at Patrick's words. His arms flew into the bar as they grabbed for him. There was a clink and Peter pushed away from the bars while Patrick lunged and straighten up.
"WORMTAIL!" Voldemort screamed.
"Sorry my Lord." Peter said meekly.
"Come. they will try to come after the boys and we have to be prepared. have you sent notice to everyone?" Voldemort broadcasted, walking away.
"Yes sir," Peter cried following him. Bella grinned at Harry and marched away, shutting the dungeon door with a snap.
Harry fell into the bottom of the cage and rocked back and forth. His scar was killing him. his head was spinning. he wanted Seri.
There clink and a snap.
"Hurry Harry," Patrick hissed.
Harry looked up. Patrick was unlocked his cage.
"Where did you get the key?"
"Wasn't too hard," Patrick winked. "Okay. our wands. where would they be?"
Harry jumped out of the cage and looked around the room. "In the book."
"What?" Patrick huffed, throwing ingredients around.
"In the book," Harry repeated. He walked over to the book case and ran his finger tips over them. They were dusty and covered with cob webs. "This one." He pulled a book from the case. It was a fat book, one that was a deep hunter green. Harry opened the book to find it wasn't a book but a case. Inside were two wands and one broken one.
"How did you do that?" Patrick gasped, grabbing his own.
"I. I don't know." Harry pocketed his own and the broken wand and dusted off the cover.
"Family Ties."
"Wormtail, I was sure you'd take longer," a voice whipped from the silence. It was cold, cold enough to send the hairs on Harry's neck on end. He finally felt his limps, they were almost dragging along. "Dear Lord!" The voice cried.
"Didn't think I'd do it did you Bella?" Peter mocked to the darkness. He dug his hand into Harry's pocket and withdrew his wand.
"Give that back!" Harry lunged, but another pair of arms gripped him.
"Welcome Harry Potter."
"Who's that?" Harry asked sternly.
He got no answer. The hands were cold. Harry was dragged down the hall and thrown into a cage. "The Dark Lord won't be but awhile."
"Where the hell am I?!?!" Harry scream, throwing him self onto the bars.
"Calm down Harry, a struggle will only hurt you more."
Harry pushed away from the bars slowly.
"What?" He heard three pairs of footsteps walk away. The voice came from his left just past candle light. The bars of another steel cage glistened in the fire light, but the person that belonged to the voice hid in the shadows.
"I said not to struggle and not to worry," he said again. Harry could tell it was a guy. He slurred on his finally word and faint English accent hid in his words, but it sounded like it had been there only for a small time then faded.
"Who are you?" Harry asked, resting himself against the bars.
"You know who I am," the boy said.
"No I don't," Harry answered chuckling slightly.
"You look so much like James, but I bet you hear that all the time."
"You knew my dad?" Harry felt the same jitter inside he felt when he first knew Remus and Sirius knew his father.
"A little, I was very young when he died. but my mom knew him plenty." The boy chuckled too. "She used to tell us how she 'fell for James Potter before she realized he had such a cute cousin.'" Harry watched the shadows as a pale white hand rose from the darkness and seemed to wave as though Harry would messing with his hair; Harry messed with his own.
"Wait, I do know you," Harry realized.
"I thought you did," the boy said sighing greatly.
"How long have you been here?"
"Oh, a day or so." He answered.
"What does Voldemort want?"
There was no answer.
"Patrick, I said what does Voldemort want."
The boy glided into the light. His face was bruised and a cut ran from the right tear docket of his eye to his ear. His lips where purple and pushed together under and slightly hooked nose. "They want us Harry. he wants the Potters."
Harry stared at him for a moment. Patrick's eyes were nearly dead, frozen over in hatred. "Then why are you still alive?"
"Balance Harry, balance." Patrick sighed.
"I don't get it. balance? Balance of what?" Harry enquired pushing himself against the bar closer to Patrick.
"Did they kill Vernon Dursely, Dudley Dursely, Heather Evans and Alton Evans?" Patrick asked, cuddling back up in his corner of darkness.
"Yes. how did you know?"
"And did you trade Peter you for Markus Evans?"
"Yes but."
"DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU STRAIGHT TO HELL!" Patrick screamed jumping to his feet.
"What?"
"You choose them! You choose Slytherin!" Patrick screamed at him.
"I did not!" Harry defended regaining his footing. "I choose my family! I choose to go instead of someone I love just like you did for Patrice!"
"I had no choice. but you did." Patrick growled.
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!?!"
Patrick's eyes bugged out and he slumped back down into a heap, "You don't know. you have no idea." He whispered to himself.
"Know what for god's sake!!!!" Harry fell to the metal floor of the cage with a clink.
"Harry, the Potters are descends of Gryffindor," Patrice said.
"I know that damnit!" Harry snapped.
"And the Evans are married in Slytherin."
The words slowly sunk into Harry like cold water. It tighten his skin and made his blood run a little slower. his mom. Dudley. his aunt. he never knew.
"That means. that means. that means I'm both." He looked at Patrick, his eyes blunt.
"Not anymore," Patrick sighed, "You choose Mark. you choose Slytherin."
Harry collapsed in the back of the cage. He had. he had and what killed him inside was that he would have done it again even if he knew. He had let Patrice and Patrick done. Seri down. he had let everyone down.
"Bravo! Bravo Harry!" a high pitch voice echoed from the foyer just out of sight. "I knew you had it in you Harry, well done!" The sound was merry and had a softly tone to it.
"You," Patrick hissed.
"Yes. it's me!" A man stepped out of the darkness into the light of the candle. For the first time, Harry took notice to his surroundings. it was like a cave, the walls were brown and dark, the ceiling dripping something Harry hoped was water but was thick like blood. The only light was the candle lit ever one or so on the wall. The man pushed back his hood and Harry's scar jolted. Voldemort.
"So Harry," Voldemort said, stepping toward his cage.
Harry looked to a corner praying to regain his strength and stood. His eyes dancing away, but he finally met the cold black eyes of Tom Riddle. "So Tom."
"Don't call me by my muggle father's name boy," Voldemort barked.
"Oh, and I bet Voldemort is a much better name."
"Why I outta," Bella squealed.
Voldemort held up an arm and she stopped, "Voldemort is a name people fear to even speak. Tom is a worthless muggle!"
Bella and Peter jumped to the side flabbergasted, "My Lord." Bella said.
Voldemort hushed them again.
"No matter what you say Harry." Voldemort said, "You choose me. you choose Slytherin."
"I choose Mark. I didn't choose anything that resembled anything I ever stepped on!" Harry snapped.
Voldemort threw and hand and caught Harry's neck. "We shall see who is stepped on by whom."
Harry winced his eyes in an evil stare. Voldemort tried to star back, but he slowly released Harry. "It makes no matter.. You choose this side of your family. you have chosen Slytherin to live and Gryffindor to die."
Harry looked away. he had..
"It shouldn't matter," Patrick said from his corner. "He chose family. and he never choose Gryffindor to die. just Slytherin not to be taken."
"Shut up Potter." Wormtail ordered.
"Make me you little traitor!" Peter then lunged at Patrick's words. His arms flew into the bar as they grabbed for him. There was a clink and Peter pushed away from the bars while Patrick lunged and straighten up.
"WORMTAIL!" Voldemort screamed.
"Sorry my Lord." Peter said meekly.
"Come. they will try to come after the boys and we have to be prepared. have you sent notice to everyone?" Voldemort broadcasted, walking away.
"Yes sir," Peter cried following him. Bella grinned at Harry and marched away, shutting the dungeon door with a snap.
Harry fell into the bottom of the cage and rocked back and forth. His scar was killing him. his head was spinning. he wanted Seri.
There clink and a snap.
"Hurry Harry," Patrick hissed.
Harry looked up. Patrick was unlocked his cage.
"Where did you get the key?"
"Wasn't too hard," Patrick winked. "Okay. our wands. where would they be?"
Harry jumped out of the cage and looked around the room. "In the book."
"What?" Patrick huffed, throwing ingredients around.
"In the book," Harry repeated. He walked over to the book case and ran his finger tips over them. They were dusty and covered with cob webs. "This one." He pulled a book from the case. It was a fat book, one that was a deep hunter green. Harry opened the book to find it wasn't a book but a case. Inside were two wands and one broken one.
"How did you do that?" Patrick gasped, grabbing his own.
"I. I don't know." Harry pocketed his own and the broken wand and dusted off the cover.
"Family Ties."