Chapter 3: The raise of an Heir
Harry leaned back in his new high backed chair, his emerald eyes scanning over his new room. One glance even by passing by one would know it was a thousand times better then his room at the Dursleys. But if one looked closer they would fine it was at least ten thousand times better if not more. Its floors done in a jet black marble tiling with small silver serpent prints embedded within them. The walls done in the same matter with black paint, has well has his curtains though they remained snakeless. He cast a glance over to his new bed which reminded him of his bed at hogwarts though clad in black and emerlad, with the comforter done in silver. He tilted his head, looking over his new wardrobe which contained a whole new line of clothes for him, transfigured by Tom himself which brought a smile to his face.
He sighed abit has he heaved himself out of his chair to walk over to his balcony. He smirked abit has he pushed open the glass doors to reveal the full weight of the storm that raged outside. He smirked now has the wind lashed against him, making his hair whip against his face. But before he could fully enjoy the storm before him he heard three loud cracks behind him forcing him to whirl around with his wand out streched in front of him.
Which was the way his own three deatheaters imprinted him in thier minds. The lightening snapping behind him making him look both regal and terrible at the same instant. They hadn't put thier masks back on yet so thier faces shone quite clearly to him even in the low lit room. He smirked abit putting his wand away and walking over to them, his new dragon skinned cloak swishing on the floor has he did so.
"Good evening, what brings you all by?" Harry said tilting his head has he spoke keeping it calm and cool at first. "Uninvited, I may add." He finished has his voice frosted over, keeping his glance on all three of them. He smirked however when he say the three of them wince visablily in front of him. Though Draco was the first to reply to him.
"Forgiveness my lord," He spoke though his voice came out has nothing more then a whisper. "We came because we were concerned about the last four of your inner circle my lord." He finished looking down at the ground before him. That had been something he was thinking about himself, for he knew he couldn't include Ron and Hermione, they were far to close to Dumbledore for that. And for that matter he wasn't to sure if he could trust the people in front of him now. Which he was about to change.
"Before we gain more, how can I trust you?" He asked raising his eyebrow pulling his wand out in front of him. "How do I know that you're not some worthless spy like our dearly departed Potions master?" He asked with a sneer has he brought up Snape. Though this time around Cho was the first to recover. Her soft raven hair falling around her face has she looked up at him.
"I swear my wand, soul, body and mind to you my lord, till Gryffindor take me they are yours." She stated kissing the him of his cloak softly before resting her eyes back onto him. Though despite himself he could feel his insides warming quickly has she stated her body was his alone. He nodded to her and she quickly scurried behind him has he looked at the other two in front of him. Ginny this time stepping in front of him, her dark eyes locking on him quickly though she smiled.
"My life has always been in your hands my lord, I own my life to you and no one else." She said softly kissing his cloak's has Cho did, though she continued. "I swear my wand, soul, body and mind to you my lord, till Gryffindor take me they are yours." She copied kissing his cloak again. And once again he felt his insides warm has she spoke to him. He nodded to her has well and she too scurried behind him taking his left side. His eyes now shifting to Draco who kept his eyes locked on the ground.
"I wish I could swear myself to you my lord so freely has my counters have." He began his voice shaking slightly. "But my heart believes your attentions lie with Albus Dumbledore. My lord show me by proof of death that you are loyal to the cause and I will swear myself to you." He finished his voice still shaking slightly. Harry corked his eyebrow at him, he spoke back to him. Something he swore to himself the night before would never happen again. He wanted to punish him, but Cruico however effective wasn't his style. How could he punish this fool in his own way, then Cedric's bag from his fourth year flashed in his mind. Harry smiled darkly has he pointed his wand at Draco's right arm.
"Diffindo!" He called watching has the cross shaped curse ripped into Draco's robes and into his shoulder. He smirked darkly has his Draco's blood blossomed from his robes and how he quickly reached for his wand to heal it. "Leave it Malfoy." Harry barked in a cold tone has he glared at him, watching has he winced and put his wand away. "Though I am not so unforgiving I will grant your wish, and you will do the same. By proof of death you shall prove yourself to me Malfoy, is that clear?" He barked agian looking at the blonde.
"Ye-yes my lord." He stammered clutching his arm and nodding. Harry smirked agian whispering a minor healing charm he picked up during his time with the DA which only slowed the blood lost and healed very little. He nodded to the three of them has he pushed his way past Malfoy. He had a trip to plan, and a Dark lord to talk to.