Chapter 4: Meeting up with Volermort
That night I had dreams of my counter self in my own "reality." I trouble not reacting to those dreams.
In the morning I woke up just in time to be right on the dot on time for classes. The first class happened to be double potions with the Slytherins.
'This is definitely going to be interesting.'
"Welcome back, 6th years. I see you have all chosen to continue taking potion," Professor Snape said definitely different from the Snape I knew and loathed. After the lesson I decided I like this Snape a whole lot better, but still wanted to go back to my own world. My own friends.
We happened to have Transfigurations next, and it happened to be with Slytherins also. Ron and Hermione seemed to not find anything wrong with it, so I didn't say anything. When we got to the classroom we grabbed a seat in the back, along with all the other Gryffindors, which forced the Slytherins to sit up front. They looked less than thrilled to be sitting up front, and for some reason I wished more than anything, well almost more than anything, that I was sitting up there with the Slytherins.
Professor McGonagall was sitting at her desk, and when the last person took their seat, she stood up and walked in front of her desk.
"Welcome back everyone. As I'm sure most of you know this year will be quit different from your other years. We are getting stricter and might be bringing in some protectors," she kind of choked out the last word and I wasn't really sure what was going on, but I knew others did. "Be aware, though, that these changes are for the better and for your protection."
"Right, our protection," Draco said sarcastically.
"What was that Mr. Malfoy?"
"Umm...Nothing. Was just saying what a great teacher I though you were."
"10 points from Slytherin for your attitude and 10 more for your lie, Mr. Malfoy."
He frowned slightly as the Gryffindors snickered slightly.
"They never learn," I heard Ron whisper to Neville. They giggled slightly and I had to use a a lot of self-control not to roll my eyes.
"Now, today we will be going over..." I zoned out then. It was a bad time to zone, because the next thing I know, There was a loud crash and a bunch of screams. Everything went pitch black as I was knocked out.
I groaned and rolled over, while stifling a yelp of pain. I opened my eyes slowly, but it was pitch black. I looked around, but it was pointless. Everything was pitch black. I heard footsteps coming towards me, and quickly shut my eyes, faking sleep, and held my breath slightly.
"Let's check on our little prisoner, shall we?" I had no idea whose voice it belonged to.
"You shouldn't say something like that. He may be awake. He may be a child, but he's still very strand and holds much sway." I knew right away that the voice belonged to my enemy, Voldermort.
The lights came on; at least I guessed they did, as the darkness got slightly brighter beyond my shut eyes. Deciding that I should take a look around, I quickly opened my eyes slightly and looked around. It was pretty empty, except for a section that had some bookshelves, covered in millions of books. I glanced at the two men and noticed they hadn't looked in my direction. I quickly shut my eyes and faked sleep again.
"It doesn't say anything about that in these books. It's pointless to keep looking," the first person said.
"It's got to be here somewhere. I know I put it down here. If it isn't I don't' know where the hell it is, and that won't do at all. We must know where it is at all times. If It fell into the wrong hands..." Voldermort trailed off and I was left to wonder what the heck they were talking about. Since my eyes where shut tight, I could hear them quit clearly.
"Let's check on Harry. He should be walking soon."
"Com down Henry. I'm sure if he was awake he'd be kicking and screaming. None of them like to be captives."
I heard them walking towards me, and then their footsteps stopped. I guessed that they had stopped just in front of me, but refused to open my eyes.
"What the hell do you think your doing? If you kick him, your putting us in danger."
"Sorry, Milord. It won't happen again. I got carried away."
"See that it doesn't."
I stretched slightly and faked walking up for the first time, when I remembered this Voldermort was good and wasn't feared, but feared the order and anyone who opposes him.
"He's waking up Milord," Henry said.
"I realized. Quickly, get him some water. We don't want him completely pissed."
"What's going on?" I stammered my eyes huge.
"We, Wanted your help," he said a little hesitantly.
"With what?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
'We'll tell you if you agree to help us," he said extremely confident.
"Hmm," I muttered. "Should I help you. I honestly don't know, but I guess this is as good a time as any to tell you," I said sighing and smiling slightly. "I'm good. Always have been, Always will be."
"Really," he said raising an eyebrow and smiling slightly. "What are you pulling? Do you expect us to just believe you and let you go? If you do, you are seriously mistaken."
"Ask Malfoy," I said chuckling slightly.
"He's in Azkaban. You know that," he said a little angrily. "How do you expect me to ask him, and why would you want me to?"
"Not Lucius," I said smiling slightly, "I mean Draco. He knows. He was going to, or was supposed to, set up a time for me to meet with you. Or something like that."
"Henry," he said turning towards Henry, "get Draco. Now."
"Yes, Milord. On my way."
I seemed like days before Draco got there. I figured they had informed him of what was going on, since no one said anything about it within my earshot.
"Yes, he talked to me on the Hogwarts Express. The spell worked. He's good. There's no way he could've acted the way he did if he was evil. He was too..." he broke off then, not really sure what to say. "Nice for lack of a better word."
"How can we be sure. Maybe it's part of their god-be-damned plan," Henry said irritated.
"Hello. I'm still in the room," I said quit angrily.
"I don't' believe this," Voldermort said really irritated, "you two talking like that in front of him. All right. We have to work something out." He turned to me. "There has to be some way we can make this deal work."
"I said I would help you," I said rolling my eyes slightly. "What do you need help with?"
"Lots of things," Malfoy muttered.
Voldermort glared at him and he gave. "Ok, so not a lot a lot of things, just some. It seems like more than it really is actually."
"Could someone just say what I'm going to be doing since I've already agreed to help you?" I said angrily and irritated. This was beyond ridiculous.
"Are you sure about this Draco?" Voldermort asked.
"One-hundred percent positive," Draco said smiling slightly.
Volermort sighed slightly. "Alright. You know about the alternate reality thing, right?"
"Yes," I said thinking for a second. "I know about it, but I don't really understand it. But I guess I don't really have to, do I?"
"Well, as long as you know something about it, that's all you really need to know. We were recently robbed of a dear book. We would like for you to get it back for us."
"Well, do you know who took it or where it is?"
"Well, uh, yes. We know who took it, but we don't really know where it is."
"Who," I asked quietly raising and eyebrow.
"Umm...That would be Albus."
"Professor Dumbledore. You've got to be kidding me," I said looking at them in disbelief.
"Yeah," Voldermort said quietly looking away.
"Oh joy," I said rolling my eyes. "I said I would, so I will."