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'Inner voice'

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"ParselTongue"

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Chapter 18

To Malfoy Manor we shall go

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He opened his eyes but he had to close them again immediately. The sun, which was just barely visible, shone right in his face. So he rolled over that he was facing the floor and opened his eyes again. Slowly he stood up and checked the room he was in. Then he brought his right hand up and held it in front of face. He checked every finger over and over again, not believing that his attempt to throw the boy out of his own body had succeeded.

A smile, barely visible appeared on the young mans face but was soon replaced with a grin. He didn't know how long he was unconscious but by the look of it, it was no longer than a day. Also because he was still on the ground when he woke up. He was soon interrupted in his trail of thoughts when his stomach began to protest.

"I am not going down there to eat." He told his stomach. "But where am I going to eat then?" he said to no one in particular. And if you looked closer you could see that the puzzled expression was actually cute. For a Dark Lord that is.

He still hadn't figured out where he would eat and his stomach kept bothering him. And even more when he started to walk trough the small bedroom. Then he stopped abruptly. He would eat with one of his Deatheaters. But which one?

Parkinson? No he didn't trust them. They didn't even know what he was up to. Goyle and Crabb? No, to stupid. Which Deatheater knew about his plans?

Wormtail en Malfoy.

Why didn't he think of that sooner? 'Wait, Wormtail is dead so that leaves Malfoy.' He was about to Disapparate but a sudden urge to dress himself appropriate came over him. So, he walked to the bathroom and checked himself in the mirror.

His hair was like normal, an unruly mob of raven black hair. His clothing wasn't too great either. He wore some shabby looking jeans that once belonged to Dudley and his black shirt too was a little too big for him. And over his Muggle clothes he wore some normal black robes. "I can't visit Lucius like this." as he looked at his clothes. "What would he think of me?"

So he quickly stripped his clothes of en stepped into the shower who was quite small. He slowly let the water glide over his body and after a few minutes he started to clean himself. First his upper chest, with small circles he gently cleaned it and continued down to his stomach region. Going over every muscle like it was the best sensation in the world. Going over his arms with the same movements with closed eyes, not knowing when he closed them. His legs were last; again with strong simple strokes he cleaned them.

Now al that was left was, was that on his head what normal people call hair.

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Okay, it took him at least 10 minutes to clean it, but it was worth it. And presentable to Lucius. He stepped out of the shower with only a bath towel around his waist. Walking straight to his trunk, which he opened with only I wave of his hand. As he looked trough it he kept muttering 'not got and what would Lucius think of me?' Everything that was not presentable he threw on a pile on the bed.

In the end he decided on his school robes that were according to his opinion the best for this occasion. He walked over to the mirror and took a comb and tried to do something with that hair of him. In the end it didn't matter. As he straightened his clothes he made a mental list of the tings he would need for a visit to Lucius.

His wand. How could he forget his precious wand? He almost ran to the bathroom and got his wand out of the pile with clothes. As he walked back he gentle stroked it and kept murmuring sweet words to it. In the end he put in his pocket and Apparated to Malfoy Manor without a second thought.

With a loud CRACK he Disapparated to Malfoy Manor.

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He was standing in the middle of a spacious living room. The walls were decorated with magnificent shade of blue. On the floor was a midnight blue carpet with in the middle the Malfoy crest. The curtains were a deep red color who reached from the ceiling to the floor. The furniture was made from mahogany. In front of the fireplace were three very luxurious couches in the same shade of red as the curtains. All in all it was quite impressive, even for a family as aristocratic as the Malfoys.

The only problem right now was that a wand was pointed straight between his eyes. The owner of the said wand was looking quite pissed off at being disturbed during his only free time he had with his family.

"Now, now Lucius. Don't you recognize me?" He said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes..

"I know who you are Potter." Lucius Malfoy growled while he spat the last word.

"Then put that blasted wand away before I hex you into oblivion."

He laughed. Lucius Malfoy was laughing at him while his wand was still pointed at his forehead. "You?" Lucius said. "Hex me into oblivion?" He laughed again.

"Draco, Narcissa darling, please leave the room. I believe that Mr. Potter and I have a few things that need to be taken care of." Reluctantly the two left the room without questioning his strange request. After all Draco would have loved to see Potter being beaten by his Father.

Lucius who was watching Voldemort with one eye while the other kept stealing glances at his wife and son. The moment his wife closed the door he focused both eyes on the boy in front of him.

"Catena" Lucius whispered. Chains appeared out of thin air and wrapped them selves around Voldemort. Who despite the chains was quite calm. He was actually bored. And the last time he was bored...Well let's say that you can better run for your sanity.

T.B.C

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--ChaosDream--