Chapter 15
Knowing
Harry ran into the dungeons, hoping that Voldemort didn't send anyone after him to bring him back to the Great Hall. He took his first left and ran into the Potion's classroom.
Harry walked around the classroom once; checking that no one was in there. When he was sure he sat down, closing his eyes as he did. The thoughts of Dumbledore flashed through his head as he breathed heavily. Where was Dumbledore? How did Voldemort take over Hogwarts?
Questions zoomed through his head as he leaned against the table. He felt the cold stone of the table was pressed onto his skin, making his thoughts relaxing. Harry's mind started to twirl, as he was about to drift off to sleep...
"So Harry, I see that Voldemort has already taken you to his `New Castle'," The voice made Harry's eyes pop open and it was only then that he realized that his Potion's teacher, Snape was standing in front of him.
"You!" Harry yelled as he stood up. He made an attempt to stand up but Snape rested a hand on his shoulder. The weight made Harry stay down.
"Yes Harry, it is me. Why, are you still mourning for your Godfather? He wasn't much of a loss you know," Snape said with a smile, taking the hand off of Harry's shoulder. Harry stood up as soon as he did so.
"Why did you do it? Why did you betray Dumbledore?" Harry asked shocked and angry at the same time, fear in his eyes glistening. He took a step towards the door but Snape whipped out his wand.
"Well, I knew that Voldemort would rule after he came back to power so I decided I would rather be alive on the living side rather than a servant on the losing side. So basically I was being a normal Slytherin," Snape said as he waved his wand at Harry. Harry froze, his body no longer responding to his commands.
"And I knew that if I was a spy for Voldemort I would be greatly rewarded. So I told myself what the hell, I have nothing better to do. Don't you agree?" Snape said sharply, walking over to Harry and placing a finger on his face. Harry closed his eyes, wishing that everything were perfect. Wishing that Voldemort never came back to power, that Cedric Diggory never died. He felt Snape's finger slowly traveling down his face while a cold chill went down his spine.
"Then Voldemort told me that he was not going to kill you, but keep you as his own," Snape continued, his finger still on Harry's face, "And this was even better than I planed for. He told me that I was to teach you to serve him, with or without magic. I give you a warning now so listen; if you don't cooperate with me Voldemort will come and use such magic that will bend your soul and turn your memories into nothing," Snape took his finger off of Harry's face and turned his back to him.
"Your training starts tomorrow. Your room is on the second floor so if you get tired. You are excused," Snape walked to his desk and Harry was reveled of the spell. Harry ran from the room with Snape's eyes still on him.
Harry ran out from the Dungeons and as fast as he could up the stairs to the second floor. When he got up he saw a door labeled Lord's Grandson's Room. Harry walked made an attempt to walk past it but as he tried to walk away a charm was placed on him that made him tired. That made him want to go to his bedroom.
He started to walk towards the door, placing his hand on the doorknob. When he did he felt the burning upon his forehead react. He stepped back, taking his hand from off of the doorknob. At that time he knew that Voldemort wanted him to go into that room.
He tried to walk away but because of his weakness another charm was placed on him that made him faint where he was, his thoughts turning into dreams.
From the stairs Voldemort came alone, his eyes on Harry. He walked forward and picked his Grandson's body up with ease, not looking at the fact that Harry's eyelids were fluttering slightly. He walked into the room he had prepared for Harry and placed him on a rather royal-looking bed.
"Ah Harry, rest. Have pleasant dreams," Voldemort said as he took one of his fingers and placed it on Harry's face. Harry shivered slightly and turned around in his sleep, not facing Voldemort any longer.
"My Grandson, you must learn that it is only you that I want. Only you and your soul, powers, mind..."Voldemort placed his whole hand on Harry's forehead. He stayed in this position for a minute and then took it off. He walked towards the door and placed his hand on the doorknob. He grasped at it angrily and then quickly turned around.
"And I will have you soon," He said as he left the room, leaving Harry to his dreams.
*****
"You will never have him Tom," a voice behind Harry spat. Harry made an attempt to turn around to see the speaker but a voice in front caught his attention.
"Albus, he is mine to clam. You think that I will actually give him a chose on this? You must be losing your mind old man!" The voice was high-pitched and was chilling to the bone. Harry flicked his eyes up to be face to face with Voldemort.
"And what clams do you have over him? And what clams do you have of keeping him here?" The other man roared, his voice filled with shock and anger. Harry turned only his head to see his Headmaster. He was lying on the floor as if he was glued to the spot, his eyes looking through Harry and to Voldemort.
"I have many clams old man! First, I am his only living relative alive at the moment..."
"What are you talking about? He has his aunt and his uncle..."
"No he doesn't. I killed them just yesterday. Now were can he go? He has no one else!" Voldemort laughed as Albus looked down to the floor, closing his eyes as he did.
Harry tried to move away from the scene but it was as if there was a curse was laid upon him so he couldn't move.
"So you see Albus that I can have control over him, and when I do it will last forever. Just as I told Markous, with or without magic he will serve me. Whether it is to become a Death Eater or be a mere slave, he will serve me." Voldemort pulled out his wand as his eyes slithered down to Dumbledore who was still on the ground. Harry swore that he thought Dumbledore was crying.
"YOU WON"T HAVE HIM!" Dumbledore sprung up as he yelled those words, making an attempt to leap onto Voldemort. Voldemort was taken by surprise and had only enough times to raise his wand and chant the words that brought the word fear to Harry.
"Avada Kedavra!"
There was a flash of green light and it swallowed the whole room. Harry closed his eyes, still seeing the green light through his eyelids. He started to scream, tears streaming down his cheeks. He started to fall and he landed on his back with a grunt.
"Who is this?" a misty voice said from above Harry. Harry opened his eyes and saw two stags staring down at him. Harry scrambled to his feet, backing away as he did. As he backed away, he stepped in something squishy. He looked down. A pile of ashes.
"He is a mysterious stranger that has only a name but no reason for being here," Harry recognized the voice as the stag in his last dream. The amber-eyed one. He tried to speak but the unknown stag spoke up.
"What is your name stranger?" Harry felt a cramp in his stomach that he thought was trying to warn him of something but he ignored it.
"Harry. Harry Potter," Harry voice was dry and his words came out weakly.
"W...what?" the unknown stag eyes were opened in shock, his hooves pawing at the ground slightly.
"James, is there anything wrong?" James. That was the unknown stag's name. Harry was opening his mouth to make a comment but there was a flash of blue light and Harry was slammed into a large tree.
"The Dark Lord!" The amber-eyed stag leaped over to Harry's side. James darted to the middle of the smoke. Harry looked to where James was but he had only enough time to see him being thrown out of the blue cloud of light. It spoke.
"James Potter, I would have thought that you would have had left this part of OtherSide. It is becoming mine just like this boy," The voice brought the chill to Harry that he knew too well. It was Voldemort.
Voldemort stepped out of the blue light, his wand in his hand. He flicked it at the stag with amber eyes and he disappeared. Harry tried to stand but his back ached with pain. He stayed against the tree.
"Harry, you need to stop wandering the OtherSide, it is very unsafe," Voldemort pointed his wand at him and he was forced to stand. Harry looked over to James and saw that he had also disappeared. He tried to break the curse Voldemort had used.
Harry looked at Voldemort; his eyes opened in bewilder. He called that stag James Potter...his father. He looked up to Voldemort, his face paled with shock. Voldemort's smile faded.
"So now you know."
*****
Harry woke up with a start, his head filled with pain. As he sat up he heard his door being slammed opened. Harry looked to see that in the doorway was Voldemort, his eyes flared with anger.
"So now you do know."
N/A: R/R
Knowing
Harry ran into the dungeons, hoping that Voldemort didn't send anyone after him to bring him back to the Great Hall. He took his first left and ran into the Potion's classroom.
Harry walked around the classroom once; checking that no one was in there. When he was sure he sat down, closing his eyes as he did. The thoughts of Dumbledore flashed through his head as he breathed heavily. Where was Dumbledore? How did Voldemort take over Hogwarts?
Questions zoomed through his head as he leaned against the table. He felt the cold stone of the table was pressed onto his skin, making his thoughts relaxing. Harry's mind started to twirl, as he was about to drift off to sleep...
"So Harry, I see that Voldemort has already taken you to his `New Castle'," The voice made Harry's eyes pop open and it was only then that he realized that his Potion's teacher, Snape was standing in front of him.
"You!" Harry yelled as he stood up. He made an attempt to stand up but Snape rested a hand on his shoulder. The weight made Harry stay down.
"Yes Harry, it is me. Why, are you still mourning for your Godfather? He wasn't much of a loss you know," Snape said with a smile, taking the hand off of Harry's shoulder. Harry stood up as soon as he did so.
"Why did you do it? Why did you betray Dumbledore?" Harry asked shocked and angry at the same time, fear in his eyes glistening. He took a step towards the door but Snape whipped out his wand.
"Well, I knew that Voldemort would rule after he came back to power so I decided I would rather be alive on the living side rather than a servant on the losing side. So basically I was being a normal Slytherin," Snape said as he waved his wand at Harry. Harry froze, his body no longer responding to his commands.
"And I knew that if I was a spy for Voldemort I would be greatly rewarded. So I told myself what the hell, I have nothing better to do. Don't you agree?" Snape said sharply, walking over to Harry and placing a finger on his face. Harry closed his eyes, wishing that everything were perfect. Wishing that Voldemort never came back to power, that Cedric Diggory never died. He felt Snape's finger slowly traveling down his face while a cold chill went down his spine.
"Then Voldemort told me that he was not going to kill you, but keep you as his own," Snape continued, his finger still on Harry's face, "And this was even better than I planed for. He told me that I was to teach you to serve him, with or without magic. I give you a warning now so listen; if you don't cooperate with me Voldemort will come and use such magic that will bend your soul and turn your memories into nothing," Snape took his finger off of Harry's face and turned his back to him.
"Your training starts tomorrow. Your room is on the second floor so if you get tired. You are excused," Snape walked to his desk and Harry was reveled of the spell. Harry ran from the room with Snape's eyes still on him.
Harry ran out from the Dungeons and as fast as he could up the stairs to the second floor. When he got up he saw a door labeled Lord's Grandson's Room. Harry walked made an attempt to walk past it but as he tried to walk away a charm was placed on him that made him tired. That made him want to go to his bedroom.
He started to walk towards the door, placing his hand on the doorknob. When he did he felt the burning upon his forehead react. He stepped back, taking his hand from off of the doorknob. At that time he knew that Voldemort wanted him to go into that room.
He tried to walk away but because of his weakness another charm was placed on him that made him faint where he was, his thoughts turning into dreams.
From the stairs Voldemort came alone, his eyes on Harry. He walked forward and picked his Grandson's body up with ease, not looking at the fact that Harry's eyelids were fluttering slightly. He walked into the room he had prepared for Harry and placed him on a rather royal-looking bed.
"Ah Harry, rest. Have pleasant dreams," Voldemort said as he took one of his fingers and placed it on Harry's face. Harry shivered slightly and turned around in his sleep, not facing Voldemort any longer.
"My Grandson, you must learn that it is only you that I want. Only you and your soul, powers, mind..."Voldemort placed his whole hand on Harry's forehead. He stayed in this position for a minute and then took it off. He walked towards the door and placed his hand on the doorknob. He grasped at it angrily and then quickly turned around.
"And I will have you soon," He said as he left the room, leaving Harry to his dreams.
*****
"You will never have him Tom," a voice behind Harry spat. Harry made an attempt to turn around to see the speaker but a voice in front caught his attention.
"Albus, he is mine to clam. You think that I will actually give him a chose on this? You must be losing your mind old man!" The voice was high-pitched and was chilling to the bone. Harry flicked his eyes up to be face to face with Voldemort.
"And what clams do you have over him? And what clams do you have of keeping him here?" The other man roared, his voice filled with shock and anger. Harry turned only his head to see his Headmaster. He was lying on the floor as if he was glued to the spot, his eyes looking through Harry and to Voldemort.
"I have many clams old man! First, I am his only living relative alive at the moment..."
"What are you talking about? He has his aunt and his uncle..."
"No he doesn't. I killed them just yesterday. Now were can he go? He has no one else!" Voldemort laughed as Albus looked down to the floor, closing his eyes as he did.
Harry tried to move away from the scene but it was as if there was a curse was laid upon him so he couldn't move.
"So you see Albus that I can have control over him, and when I do it will last forever. Just as I told Markous, with or without magic he will serve me. Whether it is to become a Death Eater or be a mere slave, he will serve me." Voldemort pulled out his wand as his eyes slithered down to Dumbledore who was still on the ground. Harry swore that he thought Dumbledore was crying.
"YOU WON"T HAVE HIM!" Dumbledore sprung up as he yelled those words, making an attempt to leap onto Voldemort. Voldemort was taken by surprise and had only enough times to raise his wand and chant the words that brought the word fear to Harry.
"Avada Kedavra!"
There was a flash of green light and it swallowed the whole room. Harry closed his eyes, still seeing the green light through his eyelids. He started to scream, tears streaming down his cheeks. He started to fall and he landed on his back with a grunt.
"Who is this?" a misty voice said from above Harry. Harry opened his eyes and saw two stags staring down at him. Harry scrambled to his feet, backing away as he did. As he backed away, he stepped in something squishy. He looked down. A pile of ashes.
"He is a mysterious stranger that has only a name but no reason for being here," Harry recognized the voice as the stag in his last dream. The amber-eyed one. He tried to speak but the unknown stag spoke up.
"What is your name stranger?" Harry felt a cramp in his stomach that he thought was trying to warn him of something but he ignored it.
"Harry. Harry Potter," Harry voice was dry and his words came out weakly.
"W...what?" the unknown stag eyes were opened in shock, his hooves pawing at the ground slightly.
"James, is there anything wrong?" James. That was the unknown stag's name. Harry was opening his mouth to make a comment but there was a flash of blue light and Harry was slammed into a large tree.
"The Dark Lord!" The amber-eyed stag leaped over to Harry's side. James darted to the middle of the smoke. Harry looked to where James was but he had only enough time to see him being thrown out of the blue cloud of light. It spoke.
"James Potter, I would have thought that you would have had left this part of OtherSide. It is becoming mine just like this boy," The voice brought the chill to Harry that he knew too well. It was Voldemort.
Voldemort stepped out of the blue light, his wand in his hand. He flicked it at the stag with amber eyes and he disappeared. Harry tried to stand but his back ached with pain. He stayed against the tree.
"Harry, you need to stop wandering the OtherSide, it is very unsafe," Voldemort pointed his wand at him and he was forced to stand. Harry looked over to James and saw that he had also disappeared. He tried to break the curse Voldemort had used.
Harry looked at Voldemort; his eyes opened in bewilder. He called that stag James Potter...his father. He looked up to Voldemort, his face paled with shock. Voldemort's smile faded.
"So now you know."
*****
Harry woke up with a start, his head filled with pain. As he sat up he heard his door being slammed opened. Harry looked to see that in the doorway was Voldemort, his eyes flared with anger.
"So now you do know."
N/A: R/R