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/blah/ Voldemort talking to Harry, via through the mind /blah/ Harry talking back 'blah' thoughts blahParseltongue
Chap. 3 Old Rivalries, New Alliances
(Peviously)
-----Harry walked down from the Gryfindor common room with Ron and Hermione in tow at fifteen minutes before seven. They had the invisibility cloak wrapped snugly and securely around them, so not to get caught. Upon arriving at the office, they knocked and awaited for an answer. When they recieved that answer, they all let go of the collective breath they were holding.They all entered Lupins office and Harry unwrapped and revealed what he had concealed from them. He sighed and placed a pensieve on the table.
"What I must tell you is better put if I explain through this. Trust me this will help in the long run. I want you to understand who the real bad guy in this whole war is. I want you to know why I disappeared for two years..."------
The three Gryfindors looked at The-Boy-Who-Lived with curious expressions.
"I guess you also want to know why and how I know about our friendship too. But that will be explained after you look at what has happened in this pensieve. I assume that Remus knows what this is, but you guys look a little lost," his eyes were cast in the direction of Ron and Hermione, "This pensieve is used record memories that you either don't want to forget, don't want anyone seeing into your mind, or just don't want to hold certain memories. Most people know that the ministry uses them all the time to uncover information from criminals. This one belongs to Voldemort. Before you say it could all be lies, the only way you can record information is to take it directly from memories that can not be false, for the pensieve can detect deceit.
"But there is some tragedy that only the information in this magical can tell. So for me to proceed with an explanation, we will have to go inside. For that, I need everyone to hold hands and be prepared, because this is going to feel a little weird,"
Everybody took a hold of each other's hands and braced themselves as they went in.
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Dumbledore sat in his office with his hands folded under his chin. There was no twinkle, no sign of any happiness ever existing their in the first place. There was just anger, hate, and mad insanity. He stared at the door as if expecting for someone to burst through at any second.
'Why? Why didn't I suspect something of this nature? If he could survive being changed, then I have double the problems. I should have just destroyed him when I had the chance. Then I would have had an easier time. I hate that snake god, that was the fifth kid to turn. Now I am forced to find other means of getting rid of the competition'
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When the four people opened their eyes, they saw a lot of trees. They looked around and noticed a little boy around the age of twelve hiding behind a tree. At first the three mistook him for Harry, but noticed he had no glasses and no scar.
"Meet Voldemort before he became who he is now," Harry whispered to them.
As Tom scooted closer, so did the observers. He was looking ahead at the field. When the observers turned their heads, they saw two men standing there. One seemed oddly familiar to them. Then they noticed that one of them had a twinkle in his eye.
"Grindewald old friend, what are we going to do?" none other than Albus Dumbledore asked, his voice laced with worry.
"I know, I know...the entire wizarding world wants me dead. So how are we going to handle this situation? You know what they want,"
"I had a feeling it would be this way, and I'm sorry that this is how it is to happen"
"What do you mean"
Dumbledore sighed.
"I will make it look like I 'killed' you, gather an army of devoted followers, you come back to 'life' in some sort of way. Then after all that we use the followers to gradually take over the whole of the wizarding world. I find the fact that 'killing' you would cause people to see me with respect. Though I have no idea what to do to get such followers"
Grindelwald smirked at that.
"I saw one of your students the other day. He seemed a bit on the nosy side, but there is a certain evil potential that could be of use to us. The power is strong in this one. I believe his name was Tom Riddle. All you need to do is give him a push and a shove and then the world will know another great Dark Lord. And then they will turn to you, just like bears to honey, they will want your guidance and strength. But of course, who would want to take that on all on their own"
Twinkling blue eyes brightened.
"I will create a false prophecy about a boy who will be the one to destroy him, but in the end destroy eachother. Then they will want my assurance and compassion. This may actually work out for the better. You are a true genius"
Everyone watched as the two let out another round of laughs. Then as Grindelwald was still laughing, Dumbledore quieted and an evil glint formed in his eyes. The still laughing former's eyes then shot open in surprise. He looked down to see none other then Godric Griffindor's blade protruding from his bleeding chest.
"W-Why...?" he managed to ask, shortly followed by a resounding gurgle.
At this point Harry taps everyone's shoulder's and pointed toward the forest. There stood Tom Riddle, the future Dark Lord; had tears streaming down his face as he walked away. They turned their attention back to Dumbledore, who had a content smirk plastered to his face as he licked the blood splatter off of his fingers.
"Sorry old friend, there can only be one in this game"
The scene evaporated with him walking away from the forest in the opposite direction with his head bowed. What they saw next was a seventeen year old Tom sitting in a dark room or dungeon making a potion of some kind.
"If the old bastard wants an evil scapegoat, then he shall get one. But I will create an army of my own. And you will die before I will let you have this world to your own, even if I have to do it by force and create many enemies along the way. I do have to say I pity the poor soul who is chosen to be this so called 'chosen one"
He put his hand in the cauldron and pulled out a snake with a diamond pattern on it's tail.
They say if a person is strong enough to withstand the snake god Nagini's poison, they would have to power to rule the world. Though I have given you a temporary body, the poison should still have most of it's ffects, if not all. I think I will test that theory that everyone has been spreading around. Bite me, his hissing voice echoing throughout the room.
The snake's fangs descended upon flesh, piercing the soft skin of the throat, not letting a drop of blood spill. The boy's body slowly went limp until the snake pulled away and curled up on the table.
Then, as everyone watched, they saw him twitch, then jerk, then writhing and screaming in agony. They watched for what seemed like countless hours of the excrutiating pain. At one point Hermione turned her head into Remus's cloak, muffled sobs were heard. And as they watched in awe and maybe a little fear they saw as the feartures that were once that of Tom Riddle slowly morph into the more familiar-and frightening- looks of Lord Voldemort.
After a few more initial twitches, the turtured and remade form slowly rose to sit in the chair once more. Red eyes met with those of the snake god. Their gazes held for a few moments, then:
Have I passssed? the once innocent boy asked, voice rough as if not used in many years.
You have earned but a sssmall amount of my ressspect by sssurviving. Now what do you wisssh with thisss new found power? to Harry a female viose was heard, smooth and silky. Seductive in it's own nature.
To dessstroy a cowardly, deceptive man-no dog,
You heart wasss once pure, but the ssso called "dog" dessstroyed all innocence in you. You jussst wisssh to enihaliate thossse that "he" would be ruler of?
Yesss, and when the ssso called sssavior comesss, I sssshall open their eyesss to the truth,
Then I ssshall accopany you on your journey and help you eliminate that which you hate...
The hissing faded with the scene to come to a new one.
Voldemort was sitting in the Riddle house in a leather winged back chair. Kneeling in front of him were none other than Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black.
All observers but Harry gasped.
"My Lord, I think he is starting to suspect something," Padfoot's voice echoed clearly in their minds ringing distinctively.
"That old coot is always putting his nose in places where is doesn't belong. Sirius, I want you to watch the Potters, do not let them know about the truth. I will save the boy before he has to live a life of pain. Know that this is the only way. I do not wish him to fall into Dumbfuck's hands"
Sirius nodded and began to walk away with Peter Pettigrew right behind him. The last thing they saw before the scene changed, was Voldemort sighing and shaking his head in sadness.
The scene reappeared to show the night in the Potter house. Everone fidgeted with anticipation since they are the first to see what had happened without someone trying to twist the story. Voldemort walked in alone with mixed emotions on his face, some being regret and determined resolve. He went to open the door, to meet with the end of James Potter's wand.
"You stay away from this house"
Voldemort continued on his way trying to stun him, but to no avail. He had no choice but to kill him. The Aveda Kedavera hit him square in the chest. In the back in one of the rooms he heard a scream.
"Stand aside woman! I don't want to hurt you"
But he was forced to anyway. He walked up to the crib, to a crying baby Harry Potter.
"Harry, I wish there was another way,"
The audience watching this held their breath and watched on, for none wanted to miss a second of this. The crying stopped and the child gave a total look of understanding and acceptance to Voldemort. In stead of casting the unforgivable they all expected to see, he cast a binding spell. It is a form of fusing two souls together, then seperating them again, only with a part of eachother with them1. The end of the transaction was not complete though for Lily had used an ancient blood magic to protect Harry from any spells. So instead of their souls completely merging, Vodemort lost his body, but because part of his soul was still attached to Harry he remained alive as a wandering spirit and Harry got his lightning bolt scar.
The last they saw before the scene changed was Sirius going through the rubble to find a crying Harry.
The next scene that appeared before their eyes was Harry strapped to a chair in the Riddle mansion.
Harry growled, "Why don't you just kill me and get it over with. You have me where you want me, all you have to do is cast that ruddy spell"
"And take the fun out of torturing you? Now that I have you? No...that will not do"
Nagini slithered into the room and crawled up to wrap around the Dark Lord's torso. He absently stoked her head, until he stopped and got a brillant idea come to him.
"Well, it seems I have found a better way to deal with you"
He placed Nagini in Harry's lap and the snake immediately curled around him so that her fangs were at his throat. Voldemort nodded his head and the snake bit into Harry's neck. He groaned and moved his head to give the snake more room. Nagini was both piosoning Harry and dirnking his blood. The Dark Lord watched in surprise at the way his enemy reacted to the snake. Harry was moaning in parseltongue before long, clealy enjoying those fangs sunk deep into his skin.
Keep going. Take as much as you like, I don't need so much...nnnnh...Sink those lovely teeth deeper...
Everyone turned a collective stunned look toward the red-eyed boy, silently asking him to translate.
"You do not want to know"
"Oh, yes we do Harry James Voldemort! So speak or get slapped, maybe it'll be harder then the number I did to Malfoy"
At that he sighed and shook his head, but translated none the less. After that they turned back to what was happening.
The Dark Lord could not believe his eyes or ears. But here was his archenemy, thoroughly injoying that his life is being sucked away.
Enough.
Nagini took her time to pull out, and when she did, Harry opened his eyes, causing Voldemort to take a step back. Instead of the green eyes he had come to hate, Harry's eyes were dilated and red with snake-like pupils, Just like the Dark Lord.
Still speaking in parseltongue, Harry gave Voldemort a blank look, I forgot to tell you that I've been keeping a secret. In fact, it is the main reason that I came here tonight,
Stop talking rubbish, soon the poison will slowly take over you, and you'll have no choice but to go to the side of dark. You'll soon realize why I have hated Dumbledore so much...but until then I believe we could arrange for you to be put somewhere more comfortable while you undergo this...transformation,
With that said Voldemort promptly turned around and left the room. He returned to his bed chambers and sat down on his bed as he listend to the boy's screams. He did not get any sleep whatsoever. When the screaming stopped, he walkedback to the room. He noticed that Harry had lost consciousness. The frown on his face told the observers that he didn't want to wake him back up, but wanted the change to finish. He knew the consequences of the action would cause.
He murmured a spell to wake the boy and red eye shot open. then closed again as the pain was brought back to life. He started moaning lowly as his arm began to pull against the restraints. Voldemort watched in intrest as the scar began to disappear. The moaning got louder as Harry began thrashing under the restraints. His eyes were glazed over from the pain. His skin becoming pale and tongue becoming more snake-like. Harry was almost done transforming.
The Dark Lord watched as the last of the tanned skin became pale, and then his eyes opened again. Glazed over and half-lidded.
I...have seen...what Dumbledore...did to you... And all in the Riddle house went still as the only one who had the power to defeat The Dark Lord sealed his loyalty...2
Everyone turned to Harry with dumbstuck faces.
At that he mearly shrugged, "What? It was the best way to finish the binding ritual if it is incomplete"
Hermoine was sporting a massive blush, Ron seemed turned on, and Remus looked like he was going to faint.
"That is pretty much it, except for my initiation as his apprentice, but I'm afraid it is pretty boring. So we will leave now"
The others nodded their heads numbly and Harry tugged them back to their bodies. Then they looked at him for a while. Analizing, hoping to find out if all they said was true or not. Then, one at a time, they each looked confused.
"Harry, you couldn't possibly be implying that that was Dumbledore, are you"
"I was, and still am. Though probably right now, he is trying to plan a new way to get rid of me. See, he planned my death even before I was born, at the hands of Tom, and I was supposed to destroy him too. But my so-called 'betrayal' will cause his plans to disrupt. Just like his plans to kill all of you and Sirius during our third year, he had not anticipated I would be able to conjure such a powerful patronus. But aside from the ugliness, I want you to join me and Tom in our quest to defeat and expose Dumbledore for how treacherous he really is"
Hermoine had finally found her voice, first as always.
"So this means you remember our friendship?" she asked hopefully.
The red-eyed boy closed his eyes, he just knew this question would come up if he showed them the information. Always to curious for their own good.
"Yes, and I am sorry for decieving you, but I want Dumbledore to think he can still mold me into his 'tool'. Then it will taste all the sweeter when he slips up with something and everyone is there to see"
"I will contact Sirius personally and tell him of the truth," Renus spoke up.
"First I have to give you something," reaching inside his robes, Harry pulled out a vial of clear-blue liquid, "This is an anti-veriteserum potion, I need to know if Dumbledore will try to drug you. I swear there must be something in those damn lemon drops"
At that the ice previously collecting int the room burst and everyone began laughing. Nobody realized that they couldn't- or wouldn't for that matter- stop, but Harry finally settled down and had a serious expression back on his face.
"This potion can not be purged from your body, it will stay with you the rest of your life. If you do not want to take it, please tell me...Oh, and if you do take it you will know when someone is using veriteserum, because your body will freeze for less then a second, then return to normal. So...who will take it"
To his surprise all three occupants took it without a question or a second glance. And Remus even got some for Sirius after he is told that it is time to stand at the Dark Lord's side once again, only this time the Dark Lord will not be alone in the battle. Harry was thankful he had friends that he could trust like this. He turned to them once more after the potion had taken effect and had one more thing to say:
"I want to let the whole school to know of this information you now have...You will tell one Griffindor at a time. Ask me for the pensieve and I will take Slytherin. Once these two houses are turned, we will get someone to go in to Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. For those who are too involved and wrapped around Dumbledore's finger, I will talk to them personally. We want to turn everyone in this school before the school year finishes. I will need Severus to make many more batches of the anti-veriteserum. And if everything goes as planned, the reporters will be here tomorrow. I will continue to act like I have no memories, and I want you to be with me as much as possible. I will take care of Draco, he should be easy to take care of. We should be going soon, because I sense Him coming this way"
They all nodded their heads vigorously as Harry rewrapped the pensieveand then threw the invisiblity cloak over himself, Ron, and Hermione. Remus conjured a pot of tea and a copy of the Quibbler(which was upside down) just as Dumlbedore burst in while the students went through a secret passage.
"Remus! We have to do something about Harry before it's too late"
Remus J. Lupin a werewolf, having plenty of years of getting in trouble and making cover stories to not get caught, faked concern so perfectly, Harry himself would have thought it wasn't, if not for the fact that he had just left.
"What is the problem Professor? I thought Harry was missing. Did you find him? Is he alright? Please don't tell me he is hurt"
Albus would have groaned and smacked the ex-maruader if not for the fact that he had to keep his reputation and keep as many tools and pawns as possible.
"He is fine...in a sense. You should have seen him in your class today,"
"You can't possibly mean that snake-eyed Voldemort look-alike, can you? That can not be the Harry I know!" Remus made a show by jumping out of his chair.
"I'm afaid so, but he is not the Harry you know, he has no memories and now goes by the name Harry Voldemort. Why don't you just sit down so I can explain in more detail what has happened," Dumbledore waited until he did just that, then conjured a chair and joined him, "Would you like a lemon drop"
"A-Alright..." He ate it and then he felt as cold as death, then felt normal 'So he DOES use veriteserum in those things. Harry is a lot smarter than he looks,' he pulled on an emotionless face as fast as possible, hoping and praying to ever god that Dumbledore doesn't notice.
And it appeared that he didn't have a clue, "What were you doing before I walked in"
Remus realized it was very hard to pull of a monotone voice, but apparently monotone enough for the Headmaster, "Reading a old edition of the Quibbler and having a cup of tea"
"Have you talked to or tried to contact Harry at all today or anytime before today"
"Not to my knowlegde"
The old man blanched in a very uncharacteristic way at that and quickly strode from the room. Remus J. Lupin, a werewolf and once maruader, had never been more scared in his entire life as he collapsed into his chair from exhaustion.
Harry made it back to the dungeons in one piece after saying his goodnights to Ron and Hermione. Now he knew what lay beyond that ominous door awaited a very agitated blonde. But he knew he would have to enter sooner or later. So taking a careful step forward, he slowly began to walk forward throug the doorway. Looking around as casually as possible, he saw no immediate danger in his periphial vision. That gave him the initiative to proceed once again toward his awaiting bedchambers.
"And where have you been, Mister Potter? To good to sleep here? Or maybe you were giving the Headmaster information on the Dark Lord"
Harry turned to see the one and only Potions master.
"Hello Professor, I have asked you not to use that name for me anymore. And I take it, you still don't trust me than"
"Why the bloody hell should I? You were born to defeat the Dark Lord and I just can't imagine you bowing to him! He may have believed your lies, but I for one am no fool! Why else would you block your mind so hard now"
Harry sighed, he hated playing the role of the good guy for this exact stupid reason.
"Severus...Professor...Our souls are now binded to eachother, we can not hide anything, our minds are now one, my ability to block everyone out of my mind comes from him doing it for me. I never asked to be slapped with the name tag 'hero'. All I want is jus to be with my dear Tom"
"You dare call me by my name?" his voice was low and dangerous, "Only Lord Voldemort is allowed the honor and priveldge of calling me what he wills. You have no right whatsoever to even think it. Then you utter the Lord's true name...You are a truly dispicable and disgusting person, if you still are human"
Quite suddenly, but not entirely unexpected, behind them the fire came to life and none other then Lord Voldemort stepped out.
"Severus do calm down, Harry is telling the truth. If there ever was just a tiny spark of deceit in him, I would know. He is just like me. So please, as I said before, treat him with the same respect you would me"
When Voldemort got done speaking a little streak of black and red went flying at him.
"Tom, I have missed you so much! I can't stand being here! I'm going insane just being AROUND so many do-gooders!"
He shudders and Voldemort pats him on his head and then looked serious.
"Did you get them"
"Yes, their loyalty lies with me alone. They never liked Him for what he did. I swear they would have went on a suicide march to his office I hadn't told them otherwise"
"That's exellent. Maybe we should celebrate, hmm?" his voice gathering a suggestive tone as he drew slow circles on his lover's back.
At this Severus spoke up.
"My Lord, why do you trust such a deceitful person? He means to kill you"
Voldemort looked down with mild surprise, his lips barely restraining a smile.
"Is this true? Are you going to kill me"
"Only if it's a sex-induced heart attack3"
Tom's face lit up at that.
"Yes, that would seem like a perfect end for me. I can see the healines now: 'Greatest Dark Lord in History Has Heart Attck in Bed With His Lover After Ridding the World of Albus Dumbledore's Evil"
Snape even started laughing at that.
"You see Severus, there is nothing to worry about. Now Harry why don't you show me that heart stopping sex"
Harry smiled but then it disappeared and his eyes grew wide with fear.
"Tom you must go! He's coming this way"
The Dark Lord didn't need telling twice for that. In a wave of flame and floo powder, he was gone. Harry sat in a plush chair and Severus collapsed upo one of the sofas just as the door began to open and Dumbledore emerged through it.
"Good evening Harry, it is good to see that you are still up. I need to speak to you about your whereabouts before you came to the school,"
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;;; I know you are all on the verge of killing me with these cliffhanger endings, but I cannot help it. Anyways, I should explain a few things if you don't already know.
1- Ok if you are wondering where I heard this, I really don't remember, but I know I have heard of it before. Sorry if I was no help. Also I just now realized that scene was written before HBP so if it resemble the attributes of a horcrux I am sorry. bows --;;;
2- If you want to know, read the first chapter. The unedited version is on I think I might rewrite that if anyone asks though.
3- The Idea for this came from a story I found while searching the internet. Here is a link: http/ If you like this, you will absolutely fall in love with this story.
Well, that's it. The reporter scene is going to be a pain in the ass to type up. You see I have had this chappie written for a while now, I was just to busy to type it up. Gomenasai! ;;;;
Ja ne!