The Love I Live For - Chapter 10 - Confusion
Harry was pacing around his luxurious room. Ewan had told him that Voldemort wanted to see him today. And Harry had a few questions to ask him. He had been with Voldemort for a little over 6 months and he wanted to know when he could leave. Sure, Ewan had said that he was going to stay here forever, but... could you really rely on him? There was a knock on his door and Harry stopped pacing.
"Come in." he said, preparing himself to be met by Death Eaters.
The door opened and three Death Eaters walked in.
"We are here to escort you to the Dark Lord." Said one of the masked Death Eaters.
"I know." Replied Harry, in a bored voice.
The three Death Eaters looked at one another, and if their faces hadn't been masked, Harry would have seen the look of utter confusion on each one's face.
"Um, yeah." Said another Death Eater
"Well, are we going to go? Or not," said Harry in the same bored voice, "I'm sure 'your master' wouldn't want us to be late."
The Death Eaters moved out of the way so that Harry could pass. Harry walked slowly ahead of them for awhile before one of the Death Eaters hit him.
"Move faster." Hissed the Death Eater.
" Okay okay!" replied Harry, "That's a nice way to treat someone you consider to be a Lord?"
"You? A Lord?" the Death Eaters laughed, "You aren't fit to clean the mud off of The Dark Lord's boots.
"Not that he has any mud on them," said the other Death Eater quickly.
Harry shook his head, and muttered something about crazy Death Eaters. He quickened his pace, looking behind him, confused, at the three Death Eaters.
"What's with you guys anyway?" asked Harry, after a long time walking in silence, "I mean, one minute, you come in and call me your Lord, and then the next, your hitting me and pushing me down the hallway."
"No Death Eater would ever call you their Lord." Said one of the Death Eaters, "That would be a disgrace to our name."
Now Harry was really confused, but still had time to laugh – in his head, of course- about the fact that Death Eaters were worried about disgracing their name, when their very essence and way of life was about disgrace.
"But wait a second. Ewan… he calls me his Lord all the time." Said Harry, more to himself than to the Death Eaters.
"Who is this Ewan you are speaking of?" asked a Death Eater in a gruff voice. Harry stopped right in his tracks, one of the Death Eaters bumped into him.
"Ewan… you know, my 'servant'. Ewan!" said Harry, waving his arms around. The Death Eaters laughed.
"You? Have a servant?" laughed a Death Eater. He turned to the others, "Wow, this guy really is nuts. First he thinks he's a Lord, and now he thinks he has a servant. What a whacko."
The Death Eaters continued to laugh about this for a few moments before they remembered that Harry was there, and that they needed to get him to Voldemort. They stopped abruptly and pushed Harry forward.
"Go down that way," the Death Eater pointed down a corridor on Harry's right, "There is a door. Go through it, don't bother knocking."
"Um… alright then." Replied Harry with a confused and disbelieving look on his face. He gave one last confused look at the masked Death Eaters before turning down the corridor. He walked the length of it, glancing up at it's dirty stone walls. He stopped at the door, and, following the Death Eater's directions went straight through without knocking. He saw a familiar sight, an armchair facing a big fireplace. Harry rolled his eyes.
"You would think you would go for your own 'villain image'," Harry said to the back of the chair, "Or are you just too lazy?"
"You'd think that you would watch your mouth, seems how I control every aspect of your life." Hissed a voice from behind the chair.
"Just tell me, when are you going to let me out." Asked Harry, trying to hide the curiosity in his voice.
"That is for me to know, and for you to never find out." Replied the cold, harsh, voice.
"Will you tell me what I'm doing here?"
"You are here to begin your training." Explained Voldemort.
"Training? For what?" Harry was extremely curious now.
"You do not know?"
"Well if I am asking, then I obviously do not know." Replied Harry.
"I have listened to the rest of that Prophecy, Mr. Potter. I know what the rest of it now," began Voldemort, "I will not make the same mistake I made so many years ago."
"And what's that?" asked Harry defiantly.
" 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches, born to tho-' "
"I know all that!" exclaimed Harry, "Get on with it."
" 'But he will have power the Dark Lord knows not.' " Finished Voldemort, " I must find what powers you have, and find a way to put them into my use. I know your Auror training will come in handy."
" I want to leave. Now." Said Harry
"You have no control over that Mr. Potter. I would suggest you get as comfortable as possible." Replied the Dark Lord. Harry began to get very frustrated. He stood up, his fists clenched.
" Tell me when I'm going to leave!" he yelled.
"Temper, Temper, Mr. Potter," replied Voldemort's cold voice, "I would work on that if I were you."
Harry, shaking in anger, turned around and walked out the door. He walked down the corridor that he had walked down before. He saw the three Death Eaters that had lead him down from his room. He brushed right past them, leaving them shocked. He was fuming. He kicked open the door to his room and slammed it shut, in the Death Eater's face. Throwing himself down in the chair, he stared into the fire.
"Ewan!" he called
Ewan, who had been hiding in the corner of the room, came forward.
"Yes, my Lord?" asked Ewan
"I'm going to ask you a question Ewan, and you are going to tell me the absolute truth," began Harry, "Do you swear it?"
"Y-yes, sir." Trembled Ewan.
"Are you a Death Eater?"