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Chapter 4
Lord Voldemort was still alone, waiting for Bellatrix. He held the Orb of Mortis in his hands. He could hardly await nightfall and the rise of the full moon. Tonight he could finally do the ritual.
Behind him Bellatrix apparated and knelt down. He didn't turn around.
"Do you have any news?" he asked coldly. It didn't really interest him at the moment.
"Yes master." Bellatrix said. "There's reason to believe Potter has left his relatives' house. We overheard them and they say he's gone since last night and they don't know where he is. We couldn't locate him either. Probably he's with Dumbledore's Order again."
"Maybe. Don't be too sure. Go and tell the others not to disturb me tonight." Voldemort turned around now and faced Bellatrix. She backed away at the look in his eyes. "Or they'll regret it."
Bellatrix bowed and left quickly.
Great, now they had to look for Potter again. Voldemort actually kind of liked the boy. He was rather impressed by him. Would've done really well on his side. They had a lot of things in common. But when you have gotten so far, you don't turn around.
He started to prepare the last things.
Tom went to bed early. He dreamed Ron and Hermione who didn't know him anymore. He tried to explain them but they said that they had never heard of Harry Potter. He desperately tried to convince them to go to Dumbledore and ask him, but they refused to talk to him. Then they turned into Malfoy who wanted to play Quidditch with him. He tried to get away and look for Sirius whom he had seen somewhere in a fire.
Then the dream changed and he was in some kind of park. It was night and the full moon was shining brightly above him. It was the only light in the whole darkness. All around him it was quiet and lonely. There didn't seem to be any noise at all as he walked through the moonlit park.
He stopped in front of three trees. They were completely black, they seemed to be the only thing he could see that was not bathed in moonlight. He could feel their dark auras. He stood in the middle of them and put some herbs on the ground. He laid the foggy Orb of Mortis onto them. Then he pulled a knife and slit up his wrist and let blood fall onto the earth while he said in a voice that was not his own
Seele, ich rufe dich, komm her von den Toten, ich gebe mein Blut, der Weg ist jetzt frei, der Mond ist voll, hier herrscht Dunkelheit, du hast Zeit hier zu sein, solange das Licht bleibt. Denn das ist mein Wille, und mein Wille geschehe.
He finished and waited. If he had succeeded it would happen now.
And it did.
The black fog went out of the orb and lingered in the air. The orb glowed blood-red and floated up. Then it turned completely white and seemed to fill with moonlight.
In front of him appeared a shadow. It became clearer and clearer....
...and a loud cracking woke Tom up.
He sat up in bed immediately and could only see the door of his room slamming shut. He jumped out of bed and opened the door a little to look out into the hall but didn't see anybody. Because of the fact that he was wearing pajamas he decided to stay in his room though. He went back inside and, thinking that he probably wouldn't be able to sleep anymore this night and didn't need to, got dressed.
Disappointed, he sat on a chair and looked again through the photos. He could see on some of the photos they were both wearing the same snake- necklace. He still didn't dare touching it again.
On one picture there was his mother as a young girl at about his age and wearing hogwarts robes with a green and silver prefect badge standing together and waving at him with three other girls and a boy all about her age, maybe one or two years difference, one of the girls with flaming red hair looked only around eleven or twelve. They all seemed familiar to him except the youngest girl and.
One of the girls which looked quite similar to Matilda had put her arm around her and smiled as he stared at her. This... wasn't this BELLATRIX LESTRANGE?!? And the blond girl next to them who was just looking at the younger girl making a face looked like Nacissa Malfoy... then he saw that the boy had some shapes comparable to Sirius in the face but light brown hair. He had to be probably his little brother, Regulus. Sirius had once talked with him about his family. The thought of his godfather let more of the emptiness he had felt ever since Sirius' death come back into him. Why wasn't Sirius on the photo? Well, probably ten horses wouldn't have gotten Sirius on a family picture, would they? Tom let out a quiet laugh. But who was the youngest girl? Tonks' mother, he thought, as her hair changed from red to green.
All of them were his relatives.
But he couldn't remember seeing his mother's name on the wall in Sirius' house. He had to ask Dumbledore about that.
He put the photos away and went downstairs in the pub. Even though it was after midnight there were still a lot of people, less than at daytime of course. The barkeeper Tom was talking to two persons sitting at the bar... Moody and Tonks. Tom sat on a chair near them and listened.
"... just came running down and disapparated. Haven't seen her coming. You really don't want something to drink?" the barkeeper said.
"Well, a small butterbeer..." Tonks began, but Moody cut her off. "No, we don't. When do you learn not take drinks from others? Do you have to be poisoned before you do it my way?"
"Your. Way. Is. Ridiculous. Mad. Eye." Tonks said unnerved.
Moody ignored her and turned to Tom instead. "Why are you listening?"
Oh-oh. Bad idea. Moody's magical eye. "Er... I am not listening?" he said very unconvincingly.
"Yes you are." Moody growled. "Who are you? A Death Eater?"
"Mad-Eye!" Tonks exclaimed. "This is a normal boy who is just sitting here. Remember: You. Are. Paranoid." To Tom she said "Sorry, he always does that." They both laughed.
"That's not a laughing matter. They can be all around. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" (Can you guess who said that? No? You should.)
Tom wondered if Dumbledore had told them anything. Could he talk to them? "Could you please tell Professor Dumbledore that I need to talk to him?"
Now both of them were staring at him, Moody even with both eyes. The barkeeper was filling a glass for someone who had just entered.
"Now, really, who are you?" Tonks asked.
Tom lowered his voice. "Harry, but don't tell anybody. Say Tom. Hasn't Dumbledore told you?" He didn't care if Dumbledore would appreciate what he said, that was his own problem and though he liked it when strangers didn't recognize him, he hated it when his friends didn't know who he was.
"Told us what? Shouldn't you be at your aunt and uncle's house?" Tonks asked stunned.
"No." So they didn't know anything. Tom didn't want to tell them the truth because he was afraid of their reactions, but didn't want to lie either. "You better ask Dumbledore about that. But tell him that I need to talk to him, okay?"
"Yes, we'll do that, but I'm still kinda confused, you see." Tonks said. "You don't really look like yourself. And you're not a Metamorphmagus, are you?"
"I'm not convinced. He is a Death Eater." Moody said.
"My patronus is a stag."
"Everybody could know that."
"I saw the snake attacking Mr. Weasley last year."
"Okay, you're it."
"Bellatrix Lestrange was here short ago." Tonks whispered. "That's why we're here. She seemed to have been upstairs and ran down and disapparated."
"Really?" Tom remembered somebody in his room. "Why did she come down?"
"You can't apparate to the guests' rooms. That's for security, you see."
"Oh. Tonks, could you just look at something?"
"Yeah, sure, what is it?"
"I'll just get it."
Tom hurried upstairs and got the photo he had looked at before. He showed it to Tonks.
"Is this your mother?"
"Yes, it is! Where did you get that? And these are her sisters! But I don't know who the boy is, Sirius brother maybe? Yes, it is, there are photos in the house." Tonks said excitedly.
"So they are all her sisters?" Tom asked. Then his mother should have been on the wall, shouldn't it?
"Yes, you know my aunts Bellatrix and Narcissa, I think. And that (she pointed at Matilda) was her favorite sister, Matilda, I've seen photos of her, too, she was her (she pointed at Bellatrix) twin sister, fraternal, of course, but still pretty similar looks, I think she married a muggle, too, like Mum."
"She married a muggle?" What? His mother hadn't married a muggle.
"Yes, both of them. But they lost contact, then. To the rest of the family, too, of course. You see, they don't want to admit they're related to somebody marrying a muggle. I believe Matilda died years ago, at least that's what I've heard. Where did you get the photo? From Kreacher?"
"Found it" Harry muttered.
Moody was smiling widely. "Well, I enjoy photos, too, but we MUST go and report it now."
"Okay, bye then. You're staying here?"
"Yes, good-bye." They disapparated and Tom remained at the bar. The barkeeper spotted him and asked if he wanted a butterbeer.
"Yeah, why not..." Tom said. He didn't feel like having a butterbeer but he had nothing better to do and didn't want to go back to his room and be alone again, he would start to breed over Voldemort and his family again.
"You don't sound too happy." Tom the barkeeper stated.
"Yeah... maybe..."
"Why not? Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Sure? I'll just get some fresh glasses, think about it."
The barkeeper grinned a toothless grin and went through into a room in the back and came back a few minutes later with some fresh glasses in the hand. He put them down and said to Tom "I know something that'll cheer you up. Follow me."
Tom was a little suspicious, what the hell did the man want, but he followed him into the room in the back. Inside there were some house-elves washing dishes or making food, and some cupboards. The barkeeper told them to stop for a while and get out. The obeyed, and went out.
Tom looked into the barkeeper's eyes and asked "What are we doing here?"
The barkeeper's eyes seemed somehow empty and far away when he shut the door and locked it magically.
Tom had a really bad feeling.
Guess why...
I'm wondering whether to make long chapters or more often short ones.
Again not much happened in this one, the next one will probably be more interesting. I'll let them meet then...
The spell was German, it's kinda stupid but I didn't have a better one.
I want Harry go to Hogwarts soon, this will be much more fun.
Well, please review, it's easy, you see. If you want to write it's the most horrible story you've ever read, but REVIEW!!!!
Chapter 4
Lord Voldemort was still alone, waiting for Bellatrix. He held the Orb of Mortis in his hands. He could hardly await nightfall and the rise of the full moon. Tonight he could finally do the ritual.
Behind him Bellatrix apparated and knelt down. He didn't turn around.
"Do you have any news?" he asked coldly. It didn't really interest him at the moment.
"Yes master." Bellatrix said. "There's reason to believe Potter has left his relatives' house. We overheard them and they say he's gone since last night and they don't know where he is. We couldn't locate him either. Probably he's with Dumbledore's Order again."
"Maybe. Don't be too sure. Go and tell the others not to disturb me tonight." Voldemort turned around now and faced Bellatrix. She backed away at the look in his eyes. "Or they'll regret it."
Bellatrix bowed and left quickly.
Great, now they had to look for Potter again. Voldemort actually kind of liked the boy. He was rather impressed by him. Would've done really well on his side. They had a lot of things in common. But when you have gotten so far, you don't turn around.
He started to prepare the last things.
Tom went to bed early. He dreamed Ron and Hermione who didn't know him anymore. He tried to explain them but they said that they had never heard of Harry Potter. He desperately tried to convince them to go to Dumbledore and ask him, but they refused to talk to him. Then they turned into Malfoy who wanted to play Quidditch with him. He tried to get away and look for Sirius whom he had seen somewhere in a fire.
Then the dream changed and he was in some kind of park. It was night and the full moon was shining brightly above him. It was the only light in the whole darkness. All around him it was quiet and lonely. There didn't seem to be any noise at all as he walked through the moonlit park.
He stopped in front of three trees. They were completely black, they seemed to be the only thing he could see that was not bathed in moonlight. He could feel their dark auras. He stood in the middle of them and put some herbs on the ground. He laid the foggy Orb of Mortis onto them. Then he pulled a knife and slit up his wrist and let blood fall onto the earth while he said in a voice that was not his own
Seele, ich rufe dich, komm her von den Toten, ich gebe mein Blut, der Weg ist jetzt frei, der Mond ist voll, hier herrscht Dunkelheit, du hast Zeit hier zu sein, solange das Licht bleibt. Denn das ist mein Wille, und mein Wille geschehe.
He finished and waited. If he had succeeded it would happen now.
And it did.
The black fog went out of the orb and lingered in the air. The orb glowed blood-red and floated up. Then it turned completely white and seemed to fill with moonlight.
In front of him appeared a shadow. It became clearer and clearer....
...and a loud cracking woke Tom up.
He sat up in bed immediately and could only see the door of his room slamming shut. He jumped out of bed and opened the door a little to look out into the hall but didn't see anybody. Because of the fact that he was wearing pajamas he decided to stay in his room though. He went back inside and, thinking that he probably wouldn't be able to sleep anymore this night and didn't need to, got dressed.
Disappointed, he sat on a chair and looked again through the photos. He could see on some of the photos they were both wearing the same snake- necklace. He still didn't dare touching it again.
On one picture there was his mother as a young girl at about his age and wearing hogwarts robes with a green and silver prefect badge standing together and waving at him with three other girls and a boy all about her age, maybe one or two years difference, one of the girls with flaming red hair looked only around eleven or twelve. They all seemed familiar to him except the youngest girl and.
One of the girls which looked quite similar to Matilda had put her arm around her and smiled as he stared at her. This... wasn't this BELLATRIX LESTRANGE?!? And the blond girl next to them who was just looking at the younger girl making a face looked like Nacissa Malfoy... then he saw that the boy had some shapes comparable to Sirius in the face but light brown hair. He had to be probably his little brother, Regulus. Sirius had once talked with him about his family. The thought of his godfather let more of the emptiness he had felt ever since Sirius' death come back into him. Why wasn't Sirius on the photo? Well, probably ten horses wouldn't have gotten Sirius on a family picture, would they? Tom let out a quiet laugh. But who was the youngest girl? Tonks' mother, he thought, as her hair changed from red to green.
All of them were his relatives.
But he couldn't remember seeing his mother's name on the wall in Sirius' house. He had to ask Dumbledore about that.
He put the photos away and went downstairs in the pub. Even though it was after midnight there were still a lot of people, less than at daytime of course. The barkeeper Tom was talking to two persons sitting at the bar... Moody and Tonks. Tom sat on a chair near them and listened.
"... just came running down and disapparated. Haven't seen her coming. You really don't want something to drink?" the barkeeper said.
"Well, a small butterbeer..." Tonks began, but Moody cut her off. "No, we don't. When do you learn not take drinks from others? Do you have to be poisoned before you do it my way?"
"Your. Way. Is. Ridiculous. Mad. Eye." Tonks said unnerved.
Moody ignored her and turned to Tom instead. "Why are you listening?"
Oh-oh. Bad idea. Moody's magical eye. "Er... I am not listening?" he said very unconvincingly.
"Yes you are." Moody growled. "Who are you? A Death Eater?"
"Mad-Eye!" Tonks exclaimed. "This is a normal boy who is just sitting here. Remember: You. Are. Paranoid." To Tom she said "Sorry, he always does that." They both laughed.
"That's not a laughing matter. They can be all around. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" (Can you guess who said that? No? You should.)
Tom wondered if Dumbledore had told them anything. Could he talk to them? "Could you please tell Professor Dumbledore that I need to talk to him?"
Now both of them were staring at him, Moody even with both eyes. The barkeeper was filling a glass for someone who had just entered.
"Now, really, who are you?" Tonks asked.
Tom lowered his voice. "Harry, but don't tell anybody. Say Tom. Hasn't Dumbledore told you?" He didn't care if Dumbledore would appreciate what he said, that was his own problem and though he liked it when strangers didn't recognize him, he hated it when his friends didn't know who he was.
"Told us what? Shouldn't you be at your aunt and uncle's house?" Tonks asked stunned.
"No." So they didn't know anything. Tom didn't want to tell them the truth because he was afraid of their reactions, but didn't want to lie either. "You better ask Dumbledore about that. But tell him that I need to talk to him, okay?"
"Yes, we'll do that, but I'm still kinda confused, you see." Tonks said. "You don't really look like yourself. And you're not a Metamorphmagus, are you?"
"I'm not convinced. He is a Death Eater." Moody said.
"My patronus is a stag."
"Everybody could know that."
"I saw the snake attacking Mr. Weasley last year."
"Okay, you're it."
"Bellatrix Lestrange was here short ago." Tonks whispered. "That's why we're here. She seemed to have been upstairs and ran down and disapparated."
"Really?" Tom remembered somebody in his room. "Why did she come down?"
"You can't apparate to the guests' rooms. That's for security, you see."
"Oh. Tonks, could you just look at something?"
"Yeah, sure, what is it?"
"I'll just get it."
Tom hurried upstairs and got the photo he had looked at before. He showed it to Tonks.
"Is this your mother?"
"Yes, it is! Where did you get that? And these are her sisters! But I don't know who the boy is, Sirius brother maybe? Yes, it is, there are photos in the house." Tonks said excitedly.
"So they are all her sisters?" Tom asked. Then his mother should have been on the wall, shouldn't it?
"Yes, you know my aunts Bellatrix and Narcissa, I think. And that (she pointed at Matilda) was her favorite sister, Matilda, I've seen photos of her, too, she was her (she pointed at Bellatrix) twin sister, fraternal, of course, but still pretty similar looks, I think she married a muggle, too, like Mum."
"She married a muggle?" What? His mother hadn't married a muggle.
"Yes, both of them. But they lost contact, then. To the rest of the family, too, of course. You see, they don't want to admit they're related to somebody marrying a muggle. I believe Matilda died years ago, at least that's what I've heard. Where did you get the photo? From Kreacher?"
"Found it" Harry muttered.
Moody was smiling widely. "Well, I enjoy photos, too, but we MUST go and report it now."
"Okay, bye then. You're staying here?"
"Yes, good-bye." They disapparated and Tom remained at the bar. The barkeeper spotted him and asked if he wanted a butterbeer.
"Yeah, why not..." Tom said. He didn't feel like having a butterbeer but he had nothing better to do and didn't want to go back to his room and be alone again, he would start to breed over Voldemort and his family again.
"You don't sound too happy." Tom the barkeeper stated.
"Yeah... maybe..."
"Why not? Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Sure? I'll just get some fresh glasses, think about it."
The barkeeper grinned a toothless grin and went through into a room in the back and came back a few minutes later with some fresh glasses in the hand. He put them down and said to Tom "I know something that'll cheer you up. Follow me."
Tom was a little suspicious, what the hell did the man want, but he followed him into the room in the back. Inside there were some house-elves washing dishes or making food, and some cupboards. The barkeeper told them to stop for a while and get out. The obeyed, and went out.
Tom looked into the barkeeper's eyes and asked "What are we doing here?"
The barkeeper's eyes seemed somehow empty and far away when he shut the door and locked it magically.
Tom had a really bad feeling.
Guess why...
I'm wondering whether to make long chapters or more often short ones.
Again not much happened in this one, the next one will probably be more interesting. I'll let them meet then...
The spell was German, it's kinda stupid but I didn't have a better one.
I want Harry go to Hogwarts soon, this will be much more fun.
Well, please review, it's easy, you see. If you want to write it's the most horrible story you've ever read, but REVIEW!!!!