Chapter 7: Tea for two

Time line of Through the Seer's Eyes

September 20, Is when the spell was put on

September 23, Draco started to notice changes

September 28, is when Draco saw Harry in the forest (Tuesday)

October 4 is when the spell is lifted off (this is on a Friday)

October 5, Hogsmeade day

October 6, Tea with Voldemort 6:00 p.m.( Sunday)

Draco was absolutely furious. "How dare they..He's mine, Damn it!" He stormed inside the castle and headed for the dungeons. He needed to get back to his rooms and contact his father. 'Father will know what to do!'

Lucius had put a privacy spell on Draco's fireplace so that they could speak with each other without Dumbledore listening in or interfering in their conversation. Every month Draco would re-do it, so it would lower the chances of Dumbledore or anyone else breaching it.

"Father!" He screamed at the fireplace immediately after flinging in the powder.

Lucius' head popped out of the fire. He had been waiting for this and was not disappointed. "What has you all excited now, Son? You need to calm down: your actions are unbecoming a Malfoy."

Draco's eyes flared angrily. "You knew of this... That they were going to take him?" Draco demanded from his father

"Yes, Son. Now please calm down. He went of his own free will!" Lucius said as he rubbed his eyes tiredly.

Draco couldn't belive it. "Are you serious? Why would he step into a place that wanted to kill him! You have to be joking me. No one, and I mean no one, would be that stupid." When Lucius just looked at him, Draco lost his animation and sat down heavily on the chair.

Lucius saw how utterly dejected his son was and felt compelled to make him feel better. "I know it seems hopeless, Son, but just remain calm. He will come to no harm. They promised each other when they agreed to talk that no one would get hurt. Now go take a nap and when you wake up things won't look so bad. I promise to tell you what happens alright?"

Draco opened his eyes. "Father, if anything happens to him... I don't know that I will do." He just sighed. "Please just keep him safe for me?"

It was Luicus' turn to heave a sigh of deep anxiety. He knew that if Draco went off the deep end that there would be hell to pay. His son's magic was highly volatile when he was angry. There was also the little issue of Luicus would do absolutely anything for his son.

"Yes, Draco. I will." Lucius' head disappeared from the fireplace.

Draco accioed a blanket from his bed and curled up in the chair. He was soon settled in for the idea of a nap.

Ssss

Harry landed unsteadily from the port key and was thankful for the two men who kept him upright. A second later he jerked away from them and moaned.

"Oohh let go. I think I'm gonna' be sick." They let go of him rather quickly and he bent over clutching his stomach, eyes scrunched shut while he tried to settle his breathing.

He finally opened his eyes to see himself standing in the foyer of a manor that was nothing like Riddle Manor. Harry found it odd that he was standing in what appeared to be a magically enhanced Ranch style manor- it was big! Really..Really Big. Harry thought.

The walls of the room he was standing in were covered in paintings by both Muggles and Wizards. Harry recognized The Night of Faiths and smiled to see the famous Lettu Vacinde did it. He looked at it with awe, convinced it was the original. Harry then snapped out of his reverie, remembering that he was:

1) In someone else's house and it was rude to ignore one's host; and

2) His host was Voldermort! Harry didn't want to know what he did to people who ignored him.

One of the Death Eaters departed and he was left facing just one.

"Mr. Harry? Please follow me."

Harry thought it was funny how they knew not to say his last name.

'Mr. Harry sounds a little too funny.' He thought to himself. He was led through several dark hallways but he figured that they were only dark because all the curtains were drawn across the windows at dusk.

He was led through a banqueting hall almost as large as the Great Hall at Hogwarts. It looked like it could fit 200 people or more. He noticed that the tables were set up in a 'U' shape with the Head Table on a bit of a platform so that it was raised above the other tables by several inches.

He estimated the tables' height to be about twelve inches above the others before he was led out of that room by another door and into another large room. The only furniture in here was one seat. 'Must be his throne.' Harry chuckled silently to himself.

He had to admit though- everything here was quite tasteful even if it was a bit lavish. He 'awed' at the silver of the room and walked slowly through as he noticed that the south wall was enchanted to represent dark clouds moving over a moon: it was really quite fascinating.

The Death-eater who had been escorting Harry finally stopped in front of a door and bowed Harry in after knocking once then opening the door.

"Aahh, Harry, welcome. Come in, sit and have some tea?"

Harry looked at the snake-like man and flinched. He really was an ugly sight.

Voldemort laughed at Harry's reaction to him.

"An easy glamour could fix that!" Harry shook his head.

"No? Not yet?" He said and put his hand in his pocket to bring out his wand. Just as quickly he was surrounded by Death Eaters. Harry just chuckled as he walked over to the table and placed his wand in the middle of it. He then proceeded to move to a chair relatively close to Voldemort's and sat down.

Voldemort looked a little stricken "You may leave us." He finally managed to say as he waved his companions away. He then brought out his own wand and sat it on the table beside Harry's.

Both men shrugged and looked bemused when the two wands began humming in unison. They gave up looking at the wands when Harry reached for the tea pot and poured each of them a cup. He put two cubes of sugar ( he remembered from his dream) for Voldrmort's tea and three for himself. They sat quietly for some time, sipping tea, and enjoying the peace of the moment.

"Meeting you like this is not quite what I was led to expect." Harry finally stated.

Voldermort nodded. "Yes, I agree." His nose slits moved for a moment and then settled down to the tiny slits again. "I suppose I should apologize for the last few times we met. I haven't exactly been pleasant have I?"

Harry glared at him and muttered, "That could possibly be an understatement."

"I suppose I should get on with breaking the ice now that I have done the pretty, yes?" Voldemort said as he crossed his skinny legs. "Why did you agree to come?"

Harry sighed and set his cup down on the saucer. "Answers, I think. I have always heard what it is you did and never the reason why. I know about the prophecy but it does not make sense that you would come and try to kill me. I am supposed to be your equal..I mean if I were you, I would thrive on the fact that I finally had an equal in the first place. Competition is always a good thing but companionship is also an option."

Voldemort nodded his understanding. "And..."

Harry leaned forward, "There is also the fact that I have developed several issues with trusting the information that Dumbledore feeds me these days." He flashed pearly white teeth at Voldemort and said,

"You are not going to try feeding me bullshit like he does, are you? Because if you do and I find out I promise I will kill you."

Voldermort chuckled. It wasn't a pleasant sound but it was a chuckle never the less.

"No. That man even scares me. I'm the creepy old man after your ass because I want to take over the Ministry and you are supposedly standing in my way."

Harry just crooked his head. That statement made no sense...It must have something to do with a prophecy he had not heard about yet- then he remembered his dream about being in an office at the Ministry. He obviously worked there and was important because he had a large well-appointed office and a secretary.

He decided to stop thinking about his vision and ask questions. "So why exactly did you decide to...you know...do what you did?"

Obviously the question made sense since Voldermort looked like he was contemplating.

"I did what I did. Which was trying to take over the Ministry. I had to do that so that I could fix the laws. They are messed up, the things they say: they are so degrading." Voldemort seemed to have what he wanted to say worked out and began speaking clearly.

"You have heard about how brilliant I am, yes?"

Harry nodded. "Best mind to grace Hogwarts in ages. Possibly the best...next to Hermione Granger."

Voldemort glared this time. "Stop trying to piss me off. I have always taken my education seriously. I was enthralled with the idea of becoming someone in the Wizarding world. My mother was the Heir of Slytherin after all and I wanted to make her proud. So, I began reading the law and by the time I left Hogwarts I was crushed by how unfair the system of Wizarding Law read... And then I dreamed of taking over the ministry and solving it's inequalities."

He took a breath and leaned over to pick up his tea cup. After sipping delicately, pinky curled out and looking rather gay, he regrouped and continued. "But then I started to get angry. Angry with Muggles in particular. Somehow the anger engulfed me and I forgot about my dream and the real reason behind it."

Harry hummed. "Ok, so why did you get so angry at the Muggles?" He picked his own tea up and raised it to his lips. The whole time he paid attention to Voldemort, peering intently through his eyeglasses at the crazy looking old git.

"Two simple words: my father. As you know, he left me mum after he found out she was a witch. I grew up knowing I would not be able to do anything in the Wizarding world because I was termed a half-blood." He tapped his brittle fingernail on the table.

"I guess one way to describe my feelings on that subject... I loathed that someone would do that... I wished that there was a law that would get rid of the pureblood thing. Sure it is good to be proud of one's bloodlines, but a wizard shouldn't be shunned by the law or their family. Did you know that if you are a half blood you cannot become an auror, a potions master or a teacher. Those are the three most prestigious lines of work in the Wizarding World after the title of Minister."

Harry's eyebrows lifted to his hair line. "Ok. I understand the catch-twenty-two you are stuck in. That still does not explain why you started to kill Muggles, half-bloods, and anyone else who did not go your way." Harry said and reached for a biscuit to sink his teeth into.

"Actually, you're right and wrong all at the same time. It explains part of why I hated myself because of what I am. It also explained why I hated every one else who was in the same boat as myself. Metaphorically speaking, you could say that I was angry with everyone in the world who didn't suffer what I suffered. But then again, when I started this whole 'I Am Lord Voldermort and the Death Eaters thing' I didn't believe that I would become greedy. I thought I was doing something for mankind. I was so naive. I went to kill you because the version of the prophecy that I heard stated that you were a threat to my life and I must kill you; not that I would mark my equal. Dumbledore tricked me and believe it or not he tricked your parents too."

Harry made a hissing noise which Voldemort interpreted as a question. He brought up his hand in a 'stay' motion. "I will explain that later. Now you are probably wondering why I am saying that I was greedy and used the past tense. It is simple really. I had an epiphany."

Harry snorted, "Excuse me?"

Voldemort smiled at him. "Quite alright. Yes, I said an epiphany. One of my loyal friends and a good advisor died on me not too long ago. You may not like him, you knew him as Wormtail."

Harry spat out his drink. "That arsehole! Excuse me, I didn't mean... Old grudge, I guess." He added sheepishly as he peeped up at Voldemort through his fringe before waving his hand to make the mess disappear.

"It's quite alright you know. I know you don't like him because he sold out your parents to me..But he was a good friend of mine. He believed in the same ideals I did . The day he died he was in my arms. Yes, I know, shocking isn't it?" Voldrmort said referring to Harry eyes widening

"When he died he confessed to me that he was scared of me. My long-time friend was so scared of me that he had stopped calling me Tom and began calling me Master. It was a bit overwhelming to realize I had become so much a monster." Voldermort chuckled at the irony.

Silence once again fell between the two of them as they each thought about what was happening. Voldemort was trying to make peace with himself as much as he was with Harry. Harry was trying to fit pieces of the infintiy puzzle together so he could figure out what to do next...

Voldemort finally broke the silence. "I can not say that I am sorry for his death. However, it does hurt that someone so close was ripped away." He nodded his head as if making sure he agreed with his own reasoning.

"Do you understand now?" He casually glanced at Harry then itched a scaly patch on his arm.

"Yeah, I think I do." Harry responded.

"Good. Now, I think it is time for you to return to that school of yours."

Harry didn't move, but sat there and gnawed on his lip. "What would you...I mean...ermmmm what would you say if I admitted that I agree with what you have said tonight? If you have told me the truth that is. And, I will go back and check.

Voldemort looked rather shocked. "The Boy who Lived believes his great enemy, Voldemort! The man who strikes fear in little kiddies' hearts...the man whose name is whispered in bedtime stories to scare the robes off of bad little wizards!"

Harry scowled. " I am not just the Boy who Lived. I am something more than just a name the newspapers call me. Neither am I some stupid figurehead." Harry stood up and pocketed his wand

He bowed slightly to the reclining form in the chair. "I came here to find the answers to several questions. You have been more than kind to me. I thank you for your time and patience while indulging me."

He turned and was about to walk away when Voldemort's voice stopped him. "Would you like to join my cause?" Harry's footsteps faltered as a smile flickered across his face...

Muhahahah...yep so what do you thinks gonna happen huh...yay!

There where some questions about why Dumbledork and Ron did what they did, that will come in the later chapters , im predicting around chappie 12I think, so hang on ,

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