Title: Harry Potter and the Orb of Souls
Author: SerafinaMoon
Date: Dec 20, 2005-May 16, 2006
Summary: Voldemort has discovered a new weapon—the Orb of Souls. With it, he has discovered a way to purge the world—with their only savior.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, any of its characters, or themes. I will not profit from this story except receiving enjoyment of your questions, comments, and input on this work.
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A/N- THANKS SO MUCH TO THOSE THAT REVIEWED! You guys are what make writing so much fun! I always look forward to reading what you all have written and thank you for all being so patient with me! It's been a REALLY crazy year.
Chapter 19: Biting Off Too Much
The air was dank and humid in the lower layers of Voldemort's fortress; the rock walls were slick with mildew and water that dripped from rusted pipes that stuck out of the walls. They had been cut off because of the remodeling that had to be done due to the damage caused by the fight that had broken out between Remus, Tonks, the Shadow Phoenix, and the Death Eaters.
Rats scurried from cell to rank cell, squeaking occasionally and getting annoyingly underfoot of anyone walking down the now cleared out corridor.
Lucius Malfoy happened to be one such person that had the hapless misfortune to tread on one of the furry little animals, causing it to squeak in pain and dismay as it quickly scurried out of sight into the darkness of one of the less illuminated cells.
Malfoy cursed angrily, muttering all sorts of foul things he would like to do to the filthy rodents if only their master's pet snake did not care for her food to be living.
"Get over it, Malfoy, you're not the only one that has to put up with the disgusting creatures," Bellatrix Lestrange intoned in a bored voice.
"Hey!" protested Pettigrew, sounding much like the rodent that had gone squealing off into the darkness.
"See what I mean?"
Pride stinging from the retort, Wormtail only glared at the witch from beneath his hood.
"While you might not mind living in such filth, I do; mind you, I wasn't locked up in Azkaban screaming at the Dementors and muttering to my imaginary friends-"
"Oh yes you were! Or do you forget having to be rescued by our master after that Ministry fiasco! You forget your place, you-!"
"Enough, the both of you! Whether you are concerned or not about being on time for our appointment with the Dark Lord, I don't care, but I shall not allow you to make me tardy as well with your foolish bickering," sneered the Japanese Potion's Master Ganmou irritably.
After a few tense moments of silence, Peter injected into the silence, "It stinks in here..."
"Oh, for the love of Merlin! What do you expect? The smell of flowers? This is where the Dark Lord's prisoners are kept, Wormtail, of course it'll smell like their tortured, filthy bodies-!"
"SHUT UP!" Ganmou roared, this time the others heeded his warning and fell silent.
Together, the four Death Eaters trudged up to Voldemort's throne room where the Dark Lord was waiting for them, his eyes blazing with fury and contempt.
"Enter," Voldemort hissed furiously, which his followers immediately obeyed.
"What can we do for you, Master?" inquired Bellatrix, her voice quivering only slightly in fear of speaking without being given permission.
"Rise," snapped the Dark Lord impatiently, which made the Death Eaters hasten to obey.
"Tell me, have you noticed any change in Naito's behavior recently? Each of you were given the special privilege of training him and would know him better than any of my other followers, has he seemed to have changed at all since he was placed at Hogwarts."
Ganmou kept his mouth closed, knowing that he did not need to give his opinion as he had already discussed with Voldemort his suspicions in their last meeting when they had confronted Naito.
Lucius and Bellatrix shared a glance of curiosity, each silently asking the other if they had noticed anything. Lestrange gave a barely perceptible shake of the head and Lucius turned to address the Dark Lord.
"No, Master...he has been giving weekly reports just like he was instructed, he behaves the same as usual at meetings, and there have been no accusations of suspicions against him, my lord."
"Very well. All of you know there is a traitor in our midst. There is no other way that Dumbledore's people could have been rescued; whoever aided them reset my wards so they could take people out as long as they were under the jurisdiction of one of my Death Eaters.
"Also, lately that Shadow Phoenix has been popping up unexpectedly at every attack we have made, demonstrating knowledge of inside information that they could only have gained by penetrating my Inner Circle."
"But you've taken precautions against that haven't you, Master? I thought nobody knew about any of the attacks beforehand, you said-AHHHHHH!" Peter Pettigrew's sentence was cutoff as he learned the hard way not to interrupt or question the Dark Lord Voldemort.
"Of course, I have taken measures against it, you fool! The only one who knew completely of every plan was me, but due to a meeting between Naito and me, I have begun to believe I know how he is doing it."
"Are you sure it is not Snape, my Lord. He has long since been suspected of being the traitor."
"No, I have nothing to suspect Severus of any more than usual; whether he remains trustworthy has yet to be determined, but one thing I am almost sure of is that Naito Koori is not.
"Something he has said to me previously sounded suspiciously like something the Shadow Phoenix told me at our encounter at the Ministry of Magic, which leads me to believe that Naito, while at Hogwarts, has formed a loyalty to someone other than me.
"I do not wish to simply dispose of such talent and potential if he is not the one, however, he has been most informative during his stint at Hogwarts. Thus our need to discover who the traitor among us has become our top priority, as there can be no more attacks until the Shadow Phoenix's identity is discovered."
"What do you propose we do about it, Master?"
"Set a trap. Lucius, Bella, I wish for you to procure me a member of Dumbledore's Order, any of them will do as surely the Shadow Phoenix will be sent to rescue them. You may command a small group to attack Hogsmeade if it suits you, but bring me back one of the Order, alive and relatively unharmed.
"Ganmou, I want you to find a cell, one particularly infested with rats and ward it against escape, animagi, etcetera, and put an alarm on it that will sound and set off a booby trap if anybody wearing a mask enters the room...I will speak with you individually to give you details of my plans.
"And Wormtail, I wish for you to accompany Ganmou and hide in one of the crevices in your rat form, be sure to stay away from the anti-animagus wards as you will be found out, the wards will apply only to the cell itself. I want you to stay there and tell me whoever it is that enters the room to save Dumbledore's lackey."
"Yes, Master!" all the Death Eaters chanted.
"Now go! Do as I have commanded!"
"Yes, Master!" and with that, they dispersed.
Putrid smoke and other acrid scents wafted through the air, the humidity and odors making potions students' hair curl in on itself and plaster strips and tendrils of hair to their faces, which they hastily brushed back in order to gain a miniscule amount of control over their potions.
Naito was having no such trouble with his potion, having been under the tutelage of Master Ganmou for a year, going all the way back and relearning the basics of potion making under his careful and meticulous instruction and being held under the Cruciatus whenever he failed to respond to a question promptly and accurately.
In fact, Naito was quite bored; he was able to create and design his own potions and had fallen into an easy routine. He was going through the motions of brewing his potion, but hardly paying attention to what he was doing. After having read the instructions once, he was quite able to allow his body to take over and do all the work.
Thus it was a nice intrusion into his boring routine when Professor Dumbledore came into the Seventh Year Slytherin/Gryffindor Potions Class and told Snape that he was to be dismissed early from his class.
With a softly incanted Evanesco, Naito cleaned out his cauldron after retrieving a sample, cleaned up his workstation, deposited his almost completed potion on the Professor's desk, and exited the room with the Headmaster.
Neither spoke much, only a simple exchange of pleasantries, until they were safely inside the Headmasters office, away from the prying eyes and ears of unnecessary over-hearers.
"What's the matter, Professor?" asked Naito casually once they had reached the top of the spiral staircase.
"I'm afraid that Remus has been captured on a mission for me. He was negotiating with the werewolves and someone reported him. I need you to find out where Voldemort is keeping him and free him."
"Of course, Headmaster, but do you want me to go now? Or would you rather I waited until tonight?"
"Hm...perhaps it would be better to wait...alas, maybe not..."
Dumbledore drifted off for a moment, muttering to himself, forcing Naito to inquire, "Um, sir? What do you want me to do?"
The headmaster seemed to draw himself up in preparation to deliver his decision.
"Go now, I will make the proper excuses for you."
"Alright, see you later, Professor Dumbledore."
"Take care and good luck, Naito."
His only reply was a saucy wink and the thud of the closing door.
Naito hurried down the stairs and up the passageway, turning sharply and heading for the secret passage to Hogsmeade as he transfigured his clothing into his Death Eater garb without donning the mask so people would not panic when they saw him pass by.
Stepping out into the Honeyduke's cellar, Naito swiftly and silently made his way out of the shop and into the street where he would be able to Apparate to Voldemort's mansion just outside the wards.
Looking around and taking inventory of his surroundings, Naito noticed that his modified wards had not been tampered with. They had neither been changed nor corrected.
Does that mean Voldemort has not noticed them yet or something more sinister?
Naito took a step forward through the wards and was immediately assaulted.
A bloody specter of a woman appeared before his mind's eye as soft, light words drifted on the wind, melodiously caressing his face with their dulcet tones—a sharp contrast to the prophecy's words of warning.
Beware! Beware! The snitch will hark! Beware!
Darkness' servant is lurking close by—
Take care! Take care! Ally is foe! Take care!
The time for the dark treachery is nigh—
Realization has come upon the master;
All has been and all will be at end for thee.
If one is sly, there be no disaster;
Power of The One can stop the killing spree.
Use knowledge of past and facts of present—
To bring destruction to the destroyer.
Curo! The future may still be pleasant—
Spare not a mercy for thy employer.
Then evil's head be dead with no more to dread;
It will be finished so let no more be said.
Staggering as the apparition released him from whatever hold she had over him, Naito furiously tried to unscramble the secret message within the prophecy.
The entirety of it was clearly talking about him and Voldemort, but the first line made no sense at all.
The snitch—someone who knew something about a secret—will hark, or reveal that secret.
As this prophecy was about Voldemort and Naito and only Dumbledore and Snape knew about his secret that line just made no sense. The two that knew about him were obviously not going to tell Voldemort what they knew and as Naito doubted that Voldemort had any kind of secret he was willing to share, he just did not understand what that particular line could mean.
The next line, about "Darkness' servant lurking close by," Naito thought was pretty obvious. He was at Voldemort's secret headquarters, so one would think some of his minions would be around.
"Ally is foe," could have been a representation of Naito not truly knowing who he could trust with this whole charade going on as it had.
The last line, "time for the dark treachery is nigh" could mean a betrayal would take place soon, but who was to be betrayed and who was to be the betrayer had not been revealed.
Are all prophecies this vague just to annoy people to death? Naito wondered irritably as he realized he had been standing in one place for too long and needed to complete his mission. He started walking; keeping a distracted watch out for other Death Eaters as he finally put on his mask and made his way towards the mansion.
The master in the first line of the second stanza was Voldemort, that part was easy, but what realization had come upon him?
Naito gasped as he comprehended that Voldemort might have realized Naito was no longer loyal to him.
Could that be what "the time for the dark treachery is nigh" be referring to?
The next line that stated "All has been and all will be at end for thee" was the one that frightened Naito the most with its implications.
If that meant what he thought it did then Naito would either be extremely blessed or extremely cursed and so would the rest of the world.
All his life had been based on that accursed prophecy that stated he was the only one that could defeat Voldemort; according to this prophecy whatever conclusion was coming, was coming soon.
Naito just hoped he was the one that could win, or the future of the wizarding and muggle worlds would be very bleak indeed.
The next two lines were reiterating that Naito was the only one that could vanquish Voldemort and if he was careful, he could prevent a disaster.
Naito thought the whole next stanza might be telling of a way he could defeat Voldemort, but was not exactly sure what the insinuations were alluding to.
"Use knowledge of past and facts of present/ To bring destruction to the destroyer," Naito muttered to himself out loud to get a better grasp of the words' meaning.
The next word Curo! was Latin for pay attention to what is being said basically so Naito knew that this part of the prophecy was extremely important and the part that he needed to understand most.
"Knowledge of past and fact of present...knowledge of past and fact of present...knowledge of past—"
That's it! The knowledge of the prophecy and facts that I've recently gathered about the Orb of Souls! I have to use the Orb of Souls to destroy Voldemort. Of course! The prophecy says vanquish, not kill or destroy so I have to get rid of him, that's the only way to ensure that he doesn't escape again.
That book on the orb says how to destroy it so once I've captured him; I can destroy the orb to make sure he can NEVER come back! Brilliant! That explains the last two lines of this prophecy too! That is what I need to do...
With a new firm resolve to defeat Voldemort whatever the cost, Naito slunk around corners and down passageways that led to the dungeon where Remus would most likely be kept.
Right as Naito was about to rush around a corner in haste of pursuing his quarry, two guards materialized from around a corner on the opposite side of the hallway, walking toward him as they conversed in hushed tones.
Naito flinched back out of their sight and hid in an abandoned room off the side of the adjoining hall and slid into the shadows behind a doorpost.
It was then that he began to wonder about Voldemort's lack of guards.
Those two had been the only ones he had seen since arriving at the mansion...
Naito knew that Voldemort either had an attack planned, which meant that not many Death Eaters would be about, there was a meeting, which Naito would most likely be called to be in attendance for, or this was all an elaborate trap to catch Order members that tried to rescue Remus or the traitor among the Death Eater ranks.
In other words—Naito...
This gave the Gryffindor turned Slytherin pause as he contemplated all the different scenarios he could think of.
Where before, knowing that it was a trap would only have made him more reckless as he rushed into danger, now he had been trained by Voldemort and his followers, giving him an intimate knowledge of how they worked, this allowed him to plan out his moves on the chessboard like a Slytherin.
He thought of all the possibilities and the consequences of taking certain steps, but no matter what he came up with he always came to the same conclusion...he had to keep going.
Dumbledore expected him to bring Remus back and despite whether it was a trap or not, information could be extracted from the werewolf that Voldemort did not need to know about the Order's movements.
Beware! Beware! The snitch will hark! Beware!
Despite all the misgivings Naito had about continuing on and walking into a trap, he went on anyway, wanting to do what he could for the war effort. Besides, now that he thought he was walking into a trap, it would only make him all the more aware and cautious of his surroundings.
Naito became increasingly attentive to the wards that seemed to swell in number each time he descended another level.
As he turned the last corner, and approached an especially warded cell, Naito knew he had come to the right place.
Interpreting the ward's signatures, Naito found out what the multiple layers of wards were for and smirked.
One prevented him from wearing a mask inside the cell—most likely they thought he would come as the Shadow Phoenix with his mask and try to surpass the wards. If he had not have learned from the Dark Lord himself how to identify, dismantle, and twist wards, he probably would have fallen for it.
Luckily for him, all the spells were easy to get by.
All he had to do was take off his mask, walk in, and get Remus. The other wards surrounding the cell merely prevented Animagus and Metamorphmagus transformations, cloaking devices or spells, and other spells to hide one's appearance. First of all they would notify the Dark Lord if someone donning such a spell tried to enter and would automatically nullify the spell that was in use.
Thinking about the situation more in depth, Naito wondered if it was not all about the Death Eaters figuring out the Shadow Phoenix's identity. With all the wards that would negate cloaking spells, it certainly seemed to be that way.
This thought in mind, Naito rotated on the spot, seeing if he could identify a shimmer of light, the tale-tale sign of a Disillusionment charm. Just because the wards were on the cell, did not mean they were on the adjacent corridor. Anyone could be standing around, watching, waiting for the moment he would take off his mask.
Casting several revealing charms on the area around him, Naito deemed it clear of invisible persons. Next he wondered if Voldemort had gotten into Muggle recording technology and was perhaps filming him.
Scrutinizing the walls, floor, ceiling, and every nook and cranny he could find in the hallway and what he could see of the inside of the cell, he deduced that there was nothing to be found in the way of a Muggle camera.
The only other thing he could think of would be Pettigrew in his rat Animagus form. Knowing that he could not be inside the cell and remain and Animagus, he had to be somewhere in the hallway or a crack in the wall. Not discovering his presence, however, Naito finally took off his mask and unlocked the door of the cell.
Darkness' servant is lurking close by—
Wondering who was supposed to be guarding the cell, Naito figured it had to be the two Death Eaters he had passed on his way down that had been summoned by Voldemort.
Deciding there was nothing left for it; Naito hauled Remus to his feet, steadying him with a hand as he swayed on trembling feet and led them back out the way they had come. He never noticed the fat, grey rat huddled in a crack in the wall connected to the cell that was watched with keen, interested eyes.
Take care! Take care! Ally is foe! Take care!
The time for the dark treachery is nigh—
Voldemort stared with vitriol at the crack in the wall that any moment Wormtail would come through and report to him about his missing Order member.
He was sure by now that it had been Naito that was the traitor among them. Ganmou had been right; he never should have sent the boy to be a spy for him at Hogwarts where he would have all those familiar people and surroundings to remind him of who he really was and none of his faithful would be able to rein him in if he needed it. Voldemort had indeed given him too much freedom too quickly.
Instead, he should have put him in charge of raids he conducted, with the young spy doing that, it would be assured that he would have successful raids and there would be only a miniscule chance that he would lose one of his best Death Eaters.
Now he would have to revert back to his original plans before he had converted the icon of the light into a soldier of the dark: kill Harry Potter.
Realization has come upon the master;
Just at that moment, a rat came bounding into the room through the crack, transforming back into a man while still halfway across the room.
"Master! Master!" panted Pettigrew urgently.
"Who is it?" asked the Dark Lord, already anticipating the answer.
"You were right, my lord, it was Naito, he came and rescued the werewolf!"
"That is all, Wormtail, leave me."
Peter scampered away as quickly as his short, stubby legs would allow before the Dark Lord changed his mind and cursed him into oblivion.
If the prophecy is going to continue bringing the two of us together time and again no matter how much we try to avoid it, we might as well get it over with and finally end it once and for all, mused Voldemort calmly.
All has been and all will be at end for thee.
"Ganmou!" Voldemort called into the stillness.
"Yes, my lord," inquired said Potion's Master coming out of a side room adjacent to the throne room.
"It's time to punish the traitor..."
"The Dark Lord has instructed me to inform you that there will be a meeting tonight. Here are your instructions."
Severus Snape slipped Naito a small piece of parchment before turning and walking stiffly away, going to prepare a small batch of potions Voldemort had instructed him to make while Ganmou warded the throne room for the meeting that night.
It had been an extremely odd meeting that Severus had with the Dark Lord when he went to receive his orders. He did not think that his master looked him in the eye even once when usually he did it every few seconds just so he could pry into his mind and "extract" whatever information he wanted.
This time he had seemed distracted, an eerie, maniac gleam in his ruby, red eyes. It was a look that promised pain and torture and Snape felt sorry for whatever poor sod would receive his ministrations.
As he entered his potion's lab, his thoughts turned to the glee that had been evident on Voldemort's face when they had met. Obviously whatever brought the Dark Lord pleasure was not a good thing...Snape wondered if he ought to tell Dumbledore.
Tell him what exactly? That, as usual, he's got some evil machinations in the works that the Order has no idea where to even begin? What is the use of going to Dumbledore if there is no concrete evidence?
Snape sighed in resignation that he would just have to wait and see and then report back to the Order as soon as he got a chance.
Finally, Snape put the cap on the very last bottle and was ready to depart for the Dark Lord's mansion.
Once inside, he stalked the halls in his usual forbidding manner, making him smirk when Wormtail saw him and cowered in fear.
Snape took his place in the ring of the Inner Circle and waited, still as a statue, for the meeting to start. He did not yet know what was to happen at this meeting or even what was different this time compared to every other time, but one thing he knew for sure: something was going to happen and it was not going to be mutually beneficial for all involved parties.
It took only a few moments for everyone to arrive, after all, everyone knew that the consequences for tardiness would be unpleasant, and Voldemort soon began speaking, almost as if he was just bursting to reveal some great, secret assault.
"My loyal, Death Eaters," the Dark Lord hissed, special emphasis placed on the word loyal. "You have been summoned tonight to witness the outcome that awaits those who deem me incompetent."
Several mutterings rustled through the group as each Death Eater murmured their thoughts on that subject.
"Poor fool-"
"Pure folly, that is-"
"Now!" Bellowed the Dark Lord in a voice that quieted all others, "I hope each of you will take to heart what you will witness and remember that Lord Voldemort does not kindly reward and openly welcome back those that turn away from him. I am not prone to such foolishness as forgiveness like that muggle-loving fool Albus Dumbledore. Just remember what awaits you should you ever decide that turning away from our cause will be profitable for you."
Everything suddenly became quite and still as they waited for what Voldemort would do next.
With a sharp motion of his hand, Voldemort wandlessly threw open the doors with a bang revealing a single, stiff-backed figure clothed in Death Eater apparel and looking just as sinister and menacing as any of the Senior Death Eaters in the room.
Naito strode calmly and confidently forward as the Dark Lord summoned him with a careless motion as Voldemort sat back against his throne-like chair.
As the twin, double-doors ominously slammed back into their previous positions, Naito reached Voldemort's chair and dropped onto one knee, kissing the hem of the Dark Lord's robes and murmuring pacifying platitudes in the snake-man's direction.
Then, without warning, a dark, dragon-hide boot lashed out, striking Naito in the nose, sending spurts of red blood flying as it connected. Naito's face registered surprise before it was quickly mastered and he quietly inquired through his broken appendage, "My Lord?"
"You have disappointed me, Naito. This entire time that you have been sequestered at Hogwarts, I have received no useful information from those that bring your reports back. Perhaps I should have made you deliver your reports directly to me instead of another loyal follower. Maybe then you would have been more forthcoming, but as it is, I do believe you have been come complacent while you were away."
"No, my Lord! I—"
"Enough of your excuses, why don't you reveal to me the real reason that you have decided to betray me? Is it—"
"No! I never—"
"Do not interrupt me, impudent child! You will listen when I speak to you and speak only when you have been addressed!" Voldemort hissed in rage.
Naito remained silent as those merciless ruby eyes stared down at him without pity.
"Much better; now, where was I? Oh, yesss...could you have strayed away because of something that muggle-loving fool has told you, or maybe because while pretending to make friends with those you were to obtain information from, you really became friends with them, or is it that you have always had this defiance inside of you and just hidden it well?"
This question seemed a bit pointed to Naito as if Voldemort was stringing him along and just waiting until he was far enough in that the rope would be looped over his neck and tightened so he could not get away.
Glowering slightly, but attempting to conceal it from those blood-colored eyes that missed nothing, Naito said in the most confident voice he could manage, "I have never betrayed you, my Lord."
That would insinuate that I was loyal to you at some point in time, Naito thought with satisfaction.
"Oh, then why is it that one of my faithful followers found you freeing that mangy mut—Remus Lupin—from my dungeons?"
It was at that moment that Naito's epiphany revealed to him what the Dark Lord knew and had known for approximately some time it seemed; Voldemort knew that Naito knew that "Naito" was merely a pseudonym for "Harry Potter."
He was found out.
Naito's eyes narrowed and his mouth tightened into a thin, white line. So that previous comment had been Voldemort insinuating something. Well, if Voldemort wanted to play Slytherin, Naito could play the opposing Gryffindor!
(Even if it was reckless and foolhardy...)
"Hm...perhaps you are right about me. Although I did find it a little bit harder to serve you once it was revealed to me who you really were," Naito intoned softly, deciding that to repay Voldemort for leading him around in the dark.
"I just did not like to think that this entire time you have been harping on the importance of blood purity, when it was simply petty revenge that called you to hate muggles. It is because your father ran off on you leaving you to your dying mother, forcing you be raised in an orphanage, right?"
"Crucio!"
Naito collapsed, screaming as wave after wave of pain rolled over him to be replaced by a fresh surge of agony.
When he was finally released from Voldemort's wrath, the Dark Lord's voice had taken on a hissing quality that was especially reserved for his anger.
"You should have learned, boy, during your training that it is unwise to speak in such opposition to your betters."
"You're right, I did. Good thing there are none around here like that, huh, Tom? Why, it looks to me as if I'm simply surrounded by smarmy gits and pureblooded bigots!"
"Cruci—"
Naito braced himself for the onslaught of pain, closing his eyes and clenching his teeth together...for something that never came.
Naito looked up in wary curiousness as the Dark Lord began laughing.
"I have let you make me angry...you have effectively sidetracked me from my original line of questioning...or so you may have thought. Very Slytherin."
"Really? And here I thought I was being Gryffindor; ah, it seems as though I shall never be rid of your taint."
Completely bypassing the rest of the sentence, Voldemort latched onto the one most important.
"Gryffindor? Ah, so you have betrayed me because you have become friends with Gryffindors after all, is it?"
Unable to keep his mouth closed, as usual, the words tumbled out of Harry's mouth so fast he hardly knew what he was saying. All he knew was extreme anger and rage that this man who had killed his parents dared involve his friends in this war in any way.
"No! It's because I finally realized what you've done to me! I know who I am! I remember everything! Every detail of this life...and my last."
"I see. Well, this is something I had not counted on, but no less knew might happen. Well, then everyone...allow me to introduce to you my special guest—HARRY POTTER!"
At this several Death Eaters in the room burst out in angry and surprised mutterings as their lord incanted, waving his wand and diminishing Naito's metamorphmagus image to reveal the great hero of the Light.
Receiving a signal from their master, Lucius Malfoy and Belatrix Lestrange stepped forward restraining Harry as Ganmou stepped up behind them casting several foreign spells to keep Harry from unleashing his wandless magic and from using his shapeshifting abilities.
With those spells firmly in place, the trio coerced Harry from the room to the dungeons where he would be held when he was not being tortured.
Eager to get started in on his prize, Voldemort dismissed all the other Death Eaters for the night, thinking that as he had finally dispensed with the traitor among his number that there would be none to alert the Order of the Phoenix that their savior was in trouble.
How wrong he was.
(To Be Continued…)
A/N- Hope you liked it gang! Sorry it took me forever! One more thanks to all of you that reviewed and waited patiently (or impatiently) for this chapter to come out. I'm hoping to update soon now that school's out and I've graduated!
Coming Up: Well, Harry's gotten himself into quite a bind this time! The Order's coming, but will they make it in time to save their boy wonder? Find out in Chapter 20: Playing a Losing Hand.