Backstabbing
Jessica had progressed quickly in the few weeks they had stayed at Angelic's manor. Harry had gone to meet Voldemort more and more untill he was spending more time with Voldemort than Jessica and Angelic. Jessica and Angelic didn't know what he did exactly. Only that he and Voldemort were planning something big. What they didn't know was that they killed muggles and wizards together, just for the sport of it. They were competing in who could get the most heads that had faces of fear, in an hour. Harry usually won in having the one face that looked most scared. Voldemort usually had the most heads. It had all started with Harry telling Voldemort that they really should get some heads together and have some fun. Voldemort then came up with the idea of collecting heads litteraly. And then Harry said that they would have to have fear plastered on their faces, or they wouldn't count, when he had won with one hundred-twenty heads to Voldemort's ninety-seven. They always did this on Thursdays now. If they desided they needed some more fun, which they did all the time, they gathered the death eaters and cursed them for anything they had done wrong, if it only was that they had tripped on something, or said something not propriate at the moment the death eater had said it. Voldemort only had one complaint about this, the death eaters were so tense that they would be likely to collapse if they didn't relax a little. To this Harry only told him that they won't be doing to many mistakes, and it was much more fun to curse them than giving them orders.
Jessica and Angelic sat in one of the livingrooms studying while chatting about how you could make a boy knee weak. Angelic really liked Jessica by now, not just some fake emotions, and Jessica liked Angelic just as much. They were like sisters, and Harry was now more of the father figure for Jessica as she knew it. Her father had been spending less and less time at home till he didn't come home again. She didn't like Harry that much anymore. They didn't stop talking as Harry walked and sat down in his favourite armchair in front of the fire, which was burning all the time.
"Jessica would you be so kind as to go elsewhere? I need to speak to Angelic in private." Harry said. He had changed much over the weeks as he had taken the powers of three death eater wizards, two of which had gone mad as Harry had held on the Cruciatus curse for to long and one was Wormtail, and four or five light wizards. He also was more powerfull, emotionless and arrogant. Jessica didn't move from her seat on Angelics knee.
"Whatever you have to say to me you can say to Jessie. She wont tell anyone." Harry didn't say anything for a while and the girls thought that he had fallen asleep so they started to talk again. Though they hadn't said a word before Harry spoke.
"I know she won't. She will be going back to Hogwarts." the girls started to protest but Harry continued as if no word had been spoken against him. "She will be going either to Hogwarts with a memory charm or Voldemort without. Her choice." Angelic stared dibelievingly at the back of Harry's armchair while Jessica glared angrily.
"My choice? I want to stay here with Angy." Angelic assured her that she would take care of her.
"You're not going to be around for so long, Angy." Harry said coldly. Angelic felt a chiver down her spine, but Jessica drew her wand at Harry indending to curse him. Harry acted as if he saw what was happening behind him. Harry had snatched the wand from her hands before she had even started saying the incantation. Angelic was looking shocked and scared as she saw how Harry rised the wand to curse her.
"NNOOO!" Angelic screamed as she jumped at Harry, trying to make him lower his wand or atleast move it so that Jessica could run for cover. Harry only looked down at her as she knocked in to him, not moving him an inch. She tried to use her magic and found that she couldn't. She started to cry as Harry roared crucio, wand pointed to her heart. Jessica was pale and started crying as Angelic started to cry out in pain. Harry only held the curse for ten seconds before he turned to Jessica again.
"What is your choice?" Harry said coldly. "Or do you want me to kill her?" Harry pointed with the wand at Angelic and opened his mouth as to curse her.
"Hogwarts!" Jessica said quickly. "I'll g- go to Hog- warts. I'll go pack myself." She said as she left the room. Harry looked after her for a few minutes before turning to the sobbing Angelic again.
"You should be happy for her. If she had chosen Voldemort I would have killed her." Angelic stared at him.
"What has happened to you? You loved her with your whole heart when you first came."
"No. I didn't. I was fooling myself. I only feel emotions when I take someones powers. And that only for a few seconds." Harry then thrust the knife in Angelic's head before thrusting it in to her heart. It took unusually long time for her to go away. And he knew why. She was one of the most powerfull, if not the most powerfull, so many years ago. She had gone weaker as the time went. She was actually the only true vampire that had lived since her master died. He had been to most evil and strongest vampire alive. It was Dibalo, Marvel and some others that killed him. They had been wizards. Not the sort that used wands, they were the most powrefull wizards that ever lived. But as they had killed Angelic's master his soul entered them and gave them his powers. Diablo and Marvel was born. Marvel was the second strongest after one named Stroug, but Diablo killed them all and took their powers and knowledge and became the most powerfull vampire of them all. He only spared Marvel for they were best friends since they could walk. Angelic was still the more powerful of the three of them. She beat Diablo as he tried to take her knowledge and powers. She then flew from there with a scream filled with agony and grief.
As her scream died down he went to Jessica's room to help her pack. He found her on the floor, sobbing, as she knew what Harry had done. She looked up at Harry with hatred and was struck by the light coming from Harry's wand. It was one of the oldest wand spells. It removed everything that the caster wanted to be removed, but if you didn't know it would take erase the whole mind of both the caster and the victim. It could not be broken. He then made her sleep with yet another old spell. She would be sleeping till Dumbledore tuched her. Harry really liked that sleeping spell. He could even make it a special monkey that had to tuch her or a dementor. As long as he knew the person, or creature, somewhat. He then packed her trunk with a flick of his wand. All her school books flew from where she had left them in to the trunk. When everything was packed Harry put the wand on top of the things in the trunk and closed it. He then took out his own wand and mad the trunk in to a portkey and portkeyed himself and Jessica in to Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore started as a man appeared with a girl and a trunk. He recognised the girl from the welcoming feast. He then saw the man's eyes and recognised the green and emotionless that Harry had had ever since they had got him from his relatives. Though Harry showed some emotions from time to time.
"Sort her in to a house and then help her to the dormitory." He said as he put the sleeping girl in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk. The man, though, didn't sit down.
"Who are you?" Dumbledore asked suspiciously and watched as the man did nothing at all.
"You should proably sort her in to her house now. I have things to do." The man said coldly. Completely ignoring the question. Dumbledore almost lost his temper.
"Tell me who you are and what you are doing here and I will have the girl sorted in to the house which suits her the most."
"I'm leaving my student for these past weeks in Hogwarts care. I really don't want her studies to an old fool, but I don't have more time with her. You will see that she already is ahead of any first year at this school. Now I have answered your questions. Now you have her sorted in to a house or I'll hold you responsible for me being late. And you really don't want to be held responsible for me being late. It's not healthy." The man said emotionlessly as he knew that the headmaster would throw up, faint or both if he said something coldly. Dumbledore was struggling to get his anger under control as he spoke.
"You still havn't told me who you are. Or what." Dumbledore pulled out his wand with force as the man sneered.
"I'm only warning you one more time. Sort her now or I'll kill you with my bare hands." The paintings all gasped in shock. The old headmaster mr Black being the onlyone faking it as Dumbledore had never been threatened like that in his office.
"Who do you think you are young man?" The painting of Sirius's relative said coldly. "Threatening the headmaster in his own office?" Harry looked at him so coldly that the painting bowed and dissapeared from the frame saying something like, maby there will be someone to talk to at the other side. Harry then looked back at the current headmaster of the school.
"You won't be able to get any clothes on untill the new year after this one now." The man said to Dumbledore as the headmaster felt cold. He looked down and saw that he had no clothes at all. He then looked at the man.
"Make the spell go away and then I will let her put on the sorting hat." the man turned to the hat and it flew to his open hand. He then looked back at the headmaster.
"You better touch her. She won't wake till you have touched her." The man said. Still not showing any emotions. Dumbledore stared at the man and then at the little eleven year old girl in the chair.
"There is no such spell to do that."
"Wake her up or die. Your choise."
"Can't you wake her up?" Dumbledore asked the man.
"I don't want to." Dumbledore conjured a rope with a wave of his wand and tried to put it on himself. It dissappeared when he picked it up so that he could clothe himself. He then conjured a blanket and wrapped it round himself. It wouldn't touch his skin, but he could still cover up. He then looked at the sleeping girl and the trunk that the man had left on the floor and then to the man. He walked round the table to touch the girl. She wouldn't wake if he only touched her. Not if she was sleeping normally, not under some spell. He touched her and jumped back as she opened her eyes and stared at him. The man then put the hat on the girl and waited paitiently. It took a few minutes but it put her in Slytherin and she took the hat of and put it on dumbledore's desk. She then looked around the room, watching everythin with interest.
"What's your name, little girl?" Dumbledore asked.
"Jessica. Jessica Riddle." She watched as Dumbledore grew pale at the name.
"Riddle? You wouldn't happen to know a Tom Riddle?"
"Only that he has the same surename as me and that he was a wizard." Jessica said slowly.
"Is that so?" Dumbledore said silently. "You should probably wait here till proffessor Snape comes up here. He is your head of house." Dumbledore said as he sat down behind his desk again. Jessica nodded and then settled to look at the moving paintings. She was startled as one of the paintings said, "Hello, dear." and waved slightly. This made the persons move in to the woman in the painting that had talked to her. They spoke silently and laughed as someone made a joke.
Harry shadowran to his house and got to bed thinking that he would never be able to sort out the knowledge and magical powers from Angelic. 'Women really are somewhat odd.' he thought as he fell in to the darkness of sleep.
He woke up with a start as a new presens were entering the house. He couldn't smell whatever was down there, but he could sense it and he knew it was formed as a human. Female. He heard her comming up the stairs and stopped at the door to Harry's room. He then heard a soft knock. And the door opened.
"Who are you?" Tracy asked as she saw the man in the bed that she thought would have occupied the vampiress that she helped getting food. "And where's Glory?" She watched as he stretched and noticed that he wasn't one of Glory's minons, they had an angel tattoed on their left forearm.
"Glory? You must meen Angelic. I think there is some dust left in the second living room." Harry said.
"Harry?" Tracy took a step back.
"You recognised me. There isn't many who does these day's. What were you doing for Angelic anyway?" Harry sounded really exhausted. And Tracy thought it was from the fight with Glory, though she couldn't see any signs of Harry being hit by Glory which he would have if he had fought her.
"You really do believe that, don't you?" Tracy asked.
"What?"
"That Glory really were Angelic." Tracy watched for any sign that Harry would attack her. Harry only looked at her and then shook his head slowly.
"You really don't know. I thought you would have figured out, but of course not. You're a Pettigrew."
"There is nothing bad about the Pettigrew family."
"Nothing at all. Only the little thing about Pettigrews being backstabbing bastards."
"We're NOT traitors!" Tracy shrieked, anger getting the better of her. "You just accuse Peter for something he would never do. He loved your parents."
"He would have given you, if that was what would save him from Voldemort's wrath." Harry said coldly.
"No he wouldn't. And what do you know about my brother anyway? Huh?"
"Everything." Harry said but Tracy continued as if he hadn't said anything.
"Nothing! That's what you know about his life. Nothing. How would you know?"
"Be quiet or I'll kill you of right now. Before I can prove to you that Wormtail was a death eater."
"A death eater." She wispered to herself, "Soon it will be he who helped You-Know-Who to return to power." She hadn't intended in Harry hearing. But he did.
"He did." Harry said.
"Did what." Tracy said acidly.
"Help Voldemort back to power. I'll take you to Voldemort so that you can ask him." Tracy paled at the last words.
"Don't take me to the dark lord. He would kill me!" Tracy said desperately.
"Not even your brother knew that you betrayed the dark lord. He didn't even know that you had joined him."
"Please." She wispered.
"He won't kill you unless I give him permission." He then put on some clothes while Tracy watched wide eyed. When he had put some clothes on and stood up, looking at Tracy she closed her mouth.
"Unless you give him permission?" Tracy said disbelievingly. Harry nodded.
"Now, should we go? Can you shadowrun?"
"What do you meen?" Tracy said shocked.
"Can or can't you shadowrun. All vampires that has any sort of power can. So I really should ask how far you can shadowrun."
"I'm not a vampire." She wispered.
"Angelic, or Glory as you say it, turned you for about twelve years ago. That's why you havn't changed. That's why you could come as far as to the front door before I woke up. And that's why Remus keeps his distance to you, he really hate vampires." Harry said as he took hold of Tracy's left underarm.
"I can shadowrun, thank you very much. And I can do it to the south of Africa with no problem." Tracy said as she tried to jerk her arm from Harry's grip. Harry didn't seem to notice that she tried to get away.
"Good." Harry said before he shadowran with Tracy struggling to keep on her feet as Harry was running faster than she had ever done. Even Glory couldn't run that fast.
They arrived hardly a second later at Voldemort's residence. They saw some of the death eaters run out the front door as they heard Voldemort's cry of frustration. When they had reached the front door Voldemort strode out yelling,
"You cowards! I will hunt your families down and make them all insane! And you will know who it was as there are only one that would do that to you!" He then noticed Harry and the girl he held. "A present to me, Lord Gostash?"
"Actually no, Lord Voldemort. She's here because she doesn't know her own dead brother." Harry said. Voldemort watched as Tracy started ranting.
"You killed my brother! You, foul..." Harry and Voldemort listened till she had to draw breath and started panting.
"I killed him. He was the reason my parents died. He was the traitor amongst the Marauders." Harry said coldly.
"You should be happy that Lord Gostash didn't make him insane. Lord Gostash really enjoy see people go insane. Seven of my death eaters are insane bacause of him. But he killed two." Voldemort said looking hungrily at Tracy.
"Tracy. Let's make a deal. If you manage to live against Lord Voldemort five minutes. No vampire stuff. I will spare you."
"I'll kill him!" Tracy said coldly as she drew her wand. Voldemort laughed coldly and mockingly.
"I will make your death quick and painless. That's only because your brother helped me return to power."
"He did not!"
"He performed the ritual." Voldemort said. Tracy fumed.
"Dont' kill each other just yet." Harry said. Both Voldemort and Tracy looked at himlike he had been a small child that was being rude to his parents. "I will only spare you if it's a proper wizards duell." Both turned back to glare at each other. They then walked down a bit on the lawn. They bowed, turned and walked ten steps, then turned and bowed again. The first spell fired was Voldemort, he used a stunner. Tracy jumped to the side and sent the killing curse at Voldemort who just dodged it and sent a bonebreaking curse which hit Tracy's left thigh. She sent a stunner at Voldemort.
"Protego!" Voldemort said. The stunner hit the shield. "Do you want more pain before I kill you? Or maby I should end it now." Voldemort dodged a killing curse and sent the crucio which made Tracy cry out in pain. She twitched and her left leg was standing out in an very odd angle. Voldemort let the curse do its work for ten seconds before lifting it.
"You were no real match. AVADA KEDAVRA!" A great flash of green light hit Tracy. She fell limb.
"What's this about hunting down the death eaters families?" Harry asked as he walked up to Voldemort.
"They desided that they didn't want to stay here, waiting to get either insane or killed. Two attacked me. They died before the incantations had left their lips. Then the others ran away."
"Then lets go hunting. We need them for the plan to work." Harry said.
"She was a vampire?" Harry nodded. "Then how do we know that the curse killed her?"
"It didn't. But cut her head of. She can't live without a head." Voldemort used a cutting spell. and the head rolled of. Harry then used one of the vampire incantations and the body caught on fire.
"Now. I really want to get going with this hunting. I have nothing to do now."
"You go hunting. I have better things to do right now."
"Like what?" Harry asked.
"Burning the parchment."
"The one with our plan on it?"
"Yes."
"Why haven't you already?"
"I needed it."
"I know something that might help your bad mood. Let's go raid Diagon Alley." With that Harry shadowran to Diagon Alley. Voldemort stayed behind. 'All I need now is for the aurors to come.' And as if an answere to his thought aurors apparated all over the lawn. They all had their wands pointed to Voldemort. 'Fuck it.' He thought as he sent the killing curse at one of the aurors, the last thing he saw before he apparated to Knockturn Alley was an auror dropping dead from his curse and several angry and terrified faces. 'Some aurors.' He thought as he appeared outside the WWW store in Diagon Alley. He would have laughed if it was not for the scene that he had appeared to.
A/N: Hope you liked it. And to you who reviewed. Thank you.