Imperius
Severus Snape apparated to a huge hall, in the Dark Lord's fortress. He was wearing swirling black robes, a black cloak and the white mask of a deatheater. He was greeted by a lower servant of the Dark Lord who led him to the throne room. Outside the door, the deatheater stopped and said,
" You go in alone. My Lord has called only for you." Then, the deatheater turned and walked away. Snape sighed in relief, he hadn't been found out , or it would be a public meeting, and walked in, bowing. He stopped in front of the giant throne, and fell to the floor, kissing the hem of his master's robe.
Snape backed away, still in his subservient position and waited for the Dark Lord to speak.
" Rissse, Ssseverusss." Voldemort hissed out, his voice similar to the crackling of dead leaves under-foot. Severus rose, as commanded, but kept his head bowed.
"Sseverusss, you have proved yourssself extremely usseful, lately. I have a missssion for you. We have recently captured Sssiriuss Black. I am going to keep him under the imperiuss curssse and you must watch him at all timess. I will usse him as a tool, to gain information, but mosst important, to find Harry Potter! He will act as ussual, but he will tell you everything he findss, and you will tell me. He will be commanded to come here, to me, randomly, so I can hear the information from him. I will get all I need, and that fool Dumbledore will never know!" By the time Voldemort finished, he was breathing heavily, his already snake-like eyes slitting further, and his lips all but disappearing. Snape nodded his bowed head, but did not speak.
" He iss in the dungeonss, you will find him. Now, go, Sseveruss, and bring him to me." After speaking Voldemort sat as still as a statue, and did not even blink. Snape bowed once more, kissed the hem of the Dark Lord's robe, and walked backwards, still bowing, to the door. Once out, with the door closed, Snape stood up. His mind was racing frantically. How was he going to do this? He had to tell Dumbledore. Calming himself, Snape walked down to the dungeons. He could hear yelling, down to the right, so he headed in that direction. As he got closer, the yelling got louder and clearer.
" Let me out of here! Where's Harry? Do you have him? Let me out!" Snape sneered, it was definitely Black. Snape walked into the cell and put a silencing spell on Black, then he put a binding spell on him. Black couldn't go more than three steps ahead of him, and couldn't go in back of him, at all. As Snape walked back outside the cell, Black was dragged by the spell, to the floor in front of him. Each step Snape took, Black was dragged one step ahead.
The same thing happened all the way to the throne room, Snape never giving Black enough time to stand up. Snape took the spell off and put the body bind hex on Black, then pushed the door open.
Mrs. Weasley stood up and stretched. Her daughter was still sleeping, and even in sleep, her face was troubled. Molly sighed and shook her head. Her poor baby... It could have been a lot worse. Molly shuddered, she had seen pictures from the last war. Thank goodness that Harry had saved her in time. That thought brought other worries to mind. How did Harry know that Ginny had been kidnaped. Her family hadn't even known. How did he know where she had been? It was all too confusing. Dumbledore even said he didn't understand.
Mrs. Weasley sighed again, and went off to tell Madame Pomfrey, her family and Dumbledore, if he was back, that Ginny had woken up.
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Draco Malfoy was pacing in his study, his feet making almost no sound on the highly polished wooden floor. His father hadn't been to his house in three days, not that Draco was worried. No, he wasn't worried, he was confused. He hated being confused about anything. His father would have told him if the Dark Lord had given him a mission, right? If not, that meant that Draco wasn't trusted and he should be packing right now.
'Maybe the Dark Lord killed him.' Draco thought with a sneer. That would mean he was the head of the Malfoy family and should grow his hair out. Add the fact that his ugly wife was being extremely annoying and that his favorite plaything was unconscious, you could say that Draco was having a bad couple of days.
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Pansy Malfoy, Draco's wife of two years, was in her bathroom, crying. Draco had been short with her lately and she was worried about not being in his good graces, which would mean lots of pain.
When she had been younger, her visions of marriage with the younger Malfoy had been of extravagance. A big house, servants, beautiful robes, a cute husband with lots of money...now, she had all these things, but she only saw her husband about twice a week, when he wanted to try and spawn an heir, he had other women, playthings, he called them.
She wasn't happy at all. She had money, silk robes, everything she had dreamed of, but she lived miserably. Her husband would beat her if he wasn't satisfied, and would lock her in her rooms, like a child! She wasn't living like a queen, but a prisoner. She lived in fear, worried that she would make one wrong move and Draco would kill her.
Her life was a frightening experience, she needed to get out. She didn't trust the old fool Dumbledore, but she knew Harry Potter would help, whether he liked her or not. She needed to contact him, she knew where the Dark Lord was hiding.
TBC
A/N OOOH! 97 reviews. Yeeks, that's a lot, even though I didn't write the whole story.
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