Chapter 57 : Secret Man
"When does Harry get back from school for break?" James asked for probably the 10 millionth time.
"April…just like I told you yesterday. You have another month to wait," Faith responded as she cooked pancakes and waffles for breakfast.
"He's quite the troublemaker?" he wondered.
"Yes. Just like his father," she smiled.
"I'm glad….so… have you bumped into Bellatrix lately?" James tried to ask inconspicuously. Faith looked at him perplexed, "I saw her for a bit…but I haven't seen her much lately…why?"
"Oh…no reason…no reason at all," James fumbled with his fork. "So Severus lives here?"
"Yes, What's with all the questions?"
"I've been gone for awhile. I'm curious," he shrugged. Faith looked at him disbelieving but said nothing. "So…Lucius's kid-"
"Draco," Faith put in.
"Draco. Right. He have blonde hair like Lucius? Same eyes? Slick backed hair?"
"Yes…" Faith responded slowly. That was odd, James had never seen Draco yet he was describing him perfectly.
"Oh…do…do he and that Weasley kid get along at all?"
"No. Ron and Draco hate each other. Harry and Draco don't get along either for that matter," Faith answered crossing her arms and looking at James. She couldn't quite figure out what he was getting to. He knew something, but he wasn't letting on. James bit his lower lip and rumpled his hair before leaving the kitchen.
"Where's the prophecy concerning the Lupin daughter?" Voldemort asked Peter.
"We can't find it Master. It seems to be missing. We don't know who knows it either," Peter responded quietly and sheepishly. Voldemort interlaced his fingers and thought for a moment.
"I bet that bat Dumbeldore knows what it is." He pondered. "But he'd know that I'd figure he'd know….so he must have done something with it…put it someone where no one would think to look," he whispered to himself as he stared at the pictures on his wall. They were all pictures from the people he had killed or worse. His wall was completely crammed and this gave him great pleasure.
He stared at the pictures, hoping for an idea to come to him.
Dumbeldore sat in his office writing a letter. It read :We should keep the secret man away from prying eyes. He could be a useful weapon against Voldemort
Dumbeldore smiled at his letter. He hoped that it wouldn't be to revealing if fallen into the wrong hands. He called an owl over and attached the letter to its ankle before seeing it off.
"Master! Master!" Peter screamed coming into the room where his master was.
"What Wormtail!" Voldemort bellowed, his eyes going blood red.
"We got a message from Dumbeldore. We were able to read it but not catch the owl that carried the message. I'm afraid the message has been sent," Peter said looking down at the ground as he kneeled.
"Well," Voldemort rubbed his hands together, "what'd it say?"
"We should keep the secret man away from prying eyes. He could be a useful weapon against Voldemort," Peter echoed to his master. Voldemort looked thoughtful. "This has something to do with the prophecy, I know it,""But who Master?"
Voldemort looked around the room. Who was the secret man? Who was the man that knew the prophecy? Voldemort looked at his wall of pictures again. A certain picture of a man and woman together smiling with their baby boy caught his eye.
"Very good Dumbeldore," Voldemort smiled, "But not good enough,"
(A/N: Here are a few excerpts from my new fics that are going to be coming out very soon. Keep an eye out for 'em.
"…"Lily…I.." he whispered softly. It felt like the very breath was being sucked out of him. He inched closer to Lily and was thrilled to know that she didn't pull back. He felt his lips lightly skim against hers…"
"…How aggravating is that! I can't even leave the place I hate the most. Why oh Why did I have to die here of all places?…"
"…Lily could feel the side of her face throb and tears well in her eyes. "Awww…gonna cry mudblood?" He whispered…."
"…Sarah froze in midstep. A loud howl echoed through the woods. She turned cautiously, and poised in the moonlight was a werewolf. It let out a fierce growl before…"