Chapter 7
Chances
"Sirius!" Harry screamed, trying to get free from Voldemort with all of his might. Voldemort held Harry even tighter which made it harder for Harry to breathe. When Harry couldn't move anymore because of his lack of air, Harry stopped struggling and looked at the dead figure of his Godfather.
Voldemort looked at the Death Eater that had killed Sirius and smiled. "Ah, so you do still remember how to kill Severus," Voldemort told the unknown Death Eater. Harry looked at the Death Eater that Voldemort was talking to. The Death Eater lowered its hood and was staring at Harry. Harry stayed in Voldemort's grasp, staring at his Potion's teacher.
"Of course Master, why would have I forgotten?" Snape said, still staring at Harry. Harry couldn't believe it. Dumbledore had trusted Snape and of what he did now proved that he was evil...
"Is it true that you are a spy for Dumbledore?" Voldemort asked Snape dangerously. " No my Lord, it is a plan to trick Dumbledore and give him false information." Snape replied not a sign of worry in his voice.
"Ah, that is smart Severus but if you are lying you shall pay dearly but now..." Voldemort said and then looked down at Harry, "What to do to Potter is the question..."
"I have an idea Master," Lucius said, staring at Harry. "Why don't you master torture him to his last breath?" Harry's blood turned cold. Voldemort shook his head slightly, "No, too easy. Do you have any ideas Severus?" Voldemort asked Snape.
Why don't you use him to make Dumbledore surrender?" Snape said, looking away from Harry and up to Voldemort. Voldemort stared back at Snape, thinking.
"What a clever plan Severus." Voldemort said, putting an evil grin on his face, "We will do this tomorrow morning so he will be even more suprised." Voldemort explained.
Harry looked back down at Sirius' body, his eyes watering. Voldemort must have seen this because he said in a deathly whisper so only Harry could hear," Ah, miss Black, do you?" Then he raised his voice," Lucius, Severus, take Black's body and dump it into a garbage pit."
"Yes my lord," Severus replied, glancing at Harry one last time and then he and Lucius walked over and picked up Sirius' body, then evaporated.
Harry stood in shock, as if he had just been electrified. He also felt anger, as if he could kill Voldemort. He stared where Sirius use to lay until he heard Voldemort's voice.
"Won't Dumbledore be suprised...yes, that is what you are unsure about..." He said in whisper, letting go Harry, who tumbled to the ground. Harry took a big gasp of air, sounding as if he was about to die.
"And how he will he suprised when his own Potion's Master from his school kills him...that will be a sight I will never forget," Voldemort continued, staring down at Harry.
"Only you Harry will be able to not let this happen. That's if..." Voldemort started but he didn't even have to finish. Harry knew exactly what he was going to say. Him or Dumbledore, that was the question.
"I will leave you to decide Potter. You have exactly 1 hour. You time begins now," Voldemort said. As soon as he did a clock appeared in his hand and he walked over and placed it on the bed. Then, without another word, he left.
Harry stayed where he was, to scared to go near the clock. Then he stood up; thinking it was stupid to be afraid of a clock. He walked over to it but when he was just about to touch it when it started to ring loudly. Harry covered his ears, trying to block out the horrible sound.
The noise was getting louder until there was a glass-breaking noise. It stopped abruptly and Harry took his hands off his ears and looked up to see what happened. He gasped and saw the window to the other room had broken.
Then it flickered into Harry's mind. He remembered that he thought it was Ron in that room. He ran over and looked inside. He saw that Ron had awoken by the noise and was looking around the room confused.
"Ron!" Harry whispered in an excited tone. Ron looked over to Harry and then ran over. Harry could tell that he was frightened but was happy to see him.
"Where are we?" Ron asked in an uneasy tone. Harry wasn't sure that Ron realized that the danger that they were both in so he decided to tell him.
"We are uh, at uh..." Harry wasn't sure how to explain where they were. He wasn't sure where they were either but he knew that Voldemort was here.
"Are we at You-Know-Who's hideout?" Ron asked, knowing the answer he was going to get.
"Yes we are, and... How did you get here? Did a Death Eater attack you?" Harry asked Ron, wondering what the reason was for Ron to be here.
" Well, I was at my house when suddenly I heard a curse from the kitchen. I went in to see...my mom...dead," Ron said, tears rolling down his check. Harry went pail. Mrs. Weasley had always been so nice to him and now because of him she was dead. Harry could feel a tear falling down his check too.
"Then, whoever killed her, pointed their wand at me and stunned me. The next thing I remember was waking up to this horrible sound and then hearing a glass break." Ron said, wiping the tears off of his face. "Who did you get here?" he asked Harry.
"Not now, we need to get out of here, I got one hour. Is there a door in there?" Harry asked Ron, trying to peer into Ron's room.
"Yeah, and how are we to get out of here? With all of those Death Eaters..." Ron started but then was cut off quickly by Harry.
"Let me try to get into your room, move for a second," Harry said. Ron moved out of the way and Harry squeezed through the window. After a lot of trouble, he got in and looked around the room. It was alot like his but the door didn't look as well locked as Harry's did.
"I am going to break the lock." Harry said, walking towards the door. It has an old muggle on it too but Harry doubt that it had a locking curse on it. He slammed into it a couple of times but it never gave in.
He cursed under his breath and then was going to do it again but Ron stopped him.
"Allow me," Ron said, digging into his pocket and getting out a hairpin. Harry smiled, strongly reminded by Fred and George, Ron's brothers. After a minute or two, the door creaked open.
Harry stepped out first, seeing if there was an alarm or anything of the kind. Nothing happened. Harry took a big sigh of relief and started walking though the house with Ron at his side.
Chances
"Sirius!" Harry screamed, trying to get free from Voldemort with all of his might. Voldemort held Harry even tighter which made it harder for Harry to breathe. When Harry couldn't move anymore because of his lack of air, Harry stopped struggling and looked at the dead figure of his Godfather.
Voldemort looked at the Death Eater that had killed Sirius and smiled. "Ah, so you do still remember how to kill Severus," Voldemort told the unknown Death Eater. Harry looked at the Death Eater that Voldemort was talking to. The Death Eater lowered its hood and was staring at Harry. Harry stayed in Voldemort's grasp, staring at his Potion's teacher.
"Of course Master, why would have I forgotten?" Snape said, still staring at Harry. Harry couldn't believe it. Dumbledore had trusted Snape and of what he did now proved that he was evil...
"Is it true that you are a spy for Dumbledore?" Voldemort asked Snape dangerously. " No my Lord, it is a plan to trick Dumbledore and give him false information." Snape replied not a sign of worry in his voice.
"Ah, that is smart Severus but if you are lying you shall pay dearly but now..." Voldemort said and then looked down at Harry, "What to do to Potter is the question..."
"I have an idea Master," Lucius said, staring at Harry. "Why don't you master torture him to his last breath?" Harry's blood turned cold. Voldemort shook his head slightly, "No, too easy. Do you have any ideas Severus?" Voldemort asked Snape.
Why don't you use him to make Dumbledore surrender?" Snape said, looking away from Harry and up to Voldemort. Voldemort stared back at Snape, thinking.
"What a clever plan Severus." Voldemort said, putting an evil grin on his face, "We will do this tomorrow morning so he will be even more suprised." Voldemort explained.
Harry looked back down at Sirius' body, his eyes watering. Voldemort must have seen this because he said in a deathly whisper so only Harry could hear," Ah, miss Black, do you?" Then he raised his voice," Lucius, Severus, take Black's body and dump it into a garbage pit."
"Yes my lord," Severus replied, glancing at Harry one last time and then he and Lucius walked over and picked up Sirius' body, then evaporated.
Harry stood in shock, as if he had just been electrified. He also felt anger, as if he could kill Voldemort. He stared where Sirius use to lay until he heard Voldemort's voice.
"Won't Dumbledore be suprised...yes, that is what you are unsure about..." He said in whisper, letting go Harry, who tumbled to the ground. Harry took a big gasp of air, sounding as if he was about to die.
"And how he will he suprised when his own Potion's Master from his school kills him...that will be a sight I will never forget," Voldemort continued, staring down at Harry.
"Only you Harry will be able to not let this happen. That's if..." Voldemort started but he didn't even have to finish. Harry knew exactly what he was going to say. Him or Dumbledore, that was the question.
"I will leave you to decide Potter. You have exactly 1 hour. You time begins now," Voldemort said. As soon as he did a clock appeared in his hand and he walked over and placed it on the bed. Then, without another word, he left.
Harry stayed where he was, to scared to go near the clock. Then he stood up; thinking it was stupid to be afraid of a clock. He walked over to it but when he was just about to touch it when it started to ring loudly. Harry covered his ears, trying to block out the horrible sound.
The noise was getting louder until there was a glass-breaking noise. It stopped abruptly and Harry took his hands off his ears and looked up to see what happened. He gasped and saw the window to the other room had broken.
Then it flickered into Harry's mind. He remembered that he thought it was Ron in that room. He ran over and looked inside. He saw that Ron had awoken by the noise and was looking around the room confused.
"Ron!" Harry whispered in an excited tone. Ron looked over to Harry and then ran over. Harry could tell that he was frightened but was happy to see him.
"Where are we?" Ron asked in an uneasy tone. Harry wasn't sure that Ron realized that the danger that they were both in so he decided to tell him.
"We are uh, at uh..." Harry wasn't sure how to explain where they were. He wasn't sure where they were either but he knew that Voldemort was here.
"Are we at You-Know-Who's hideout?" Ron asked, knowing the answer he was going to get.
"Yes we are, and... How did you get here? Did a Death Eater attack you?" Harry asked Ron, wondering what the reason was for Ron to be here.
" Well, I was at my house when suddenly I heard a curse from the kitchen. I went in to see...my mom...dead," Ron said, tears rolling down his check. Harry went pail. Mrs. Weasley had always been so nice to him and now because of him she was dead. Harry could feel a tear falling down his check too.
"Then, whoever killed her, pointed their wand at me and stunned me. The next thing I remember was waking up to this horrible sound and then hearing a glass break." Ron said, wiping the tears off of his face. "Who did you get here?" he asked Harry.
"Not now, we need to get out of here, I got one hour. Is there a door in there?" Harry asked Ron, trying to peer into Ron's room.
"Yeah, and how are we to get out of here? With all of those Death Eaters..." Ron started but then was cut off quickly by Harry.
"Let me try to get into your room, move for a second," Harry said. Ron moved out of the way and Harry squeezed through the window. After a lot of trouble, he got in and looked around the room. It was alot like his but the door didn't look as well locked as Harry's did.
"I am going to break the lock." Harry said, walking towards the door. It has an old muggle on it too but Harry doubt that it had a locking curse on it. He slammed into it a couple of times but it never gave in.
He cursed under his breath and then was going to do it again but Ron stopped him.
"Allow me," Ron said, digging into his pocket and getting out a hairpin. Harry smiled, strongly reminded by Fred and George, Ron's brothers. After a minute or two, the door creaked open.
Harry stepped out first, seeing if there was an alarm or anything of the kind. Nothing happened. Harry took a big sigh of relief and started walking though the house with Ron at his side.