Chapter 9: Malfoy's Manor!
Malfoy's father, Lucius, who has connections in the ministry (having not been busted yet...) arranged for a portkey to be available to Harry when he was ready. When he finally thought about it what seemed like a million times, sitting in his room in Privet Drive, he suppressed all his human emotions like he'd been doing for many years, and reached for the old plug. The world around him starting to spin and he felt quite an uncomfortable sensation under his navel. When the world had stopped spinning, he opened his eyes and the sight made him jump. Harry could tell he was at the Malfoy Manor, the living room he landed in was full of dark objects and there was a huge painting on the wall of three people with blond hair. He recognized Draco at once, and then he just assumed the others were his parents. Harry was looking around at all the interesting objects at hand, and saw a small die on a table with curse names written on its sides. The unforgivables were there, plus some Harry had never heard of. He assumed they would be quite nasty as they were with the unforgivables.
"So what, do they just roll the die to see how they should torture their victim next?" Harry thought to himself. "Is this like a game to them? Do they enjoy it that much?" The object was intriguing, and Harry wondered how one would feel to have such power over someone's life that they throw a die to determine the outcome.
"Fascinating!" he thought.
As he reached out to take a closer look, he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around with a start. Behind him was a tall man with long blond hair and a mean expression on his face.
"Welcome to Malfoy Manor, Potter!" said the man. "I'm Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father" he added, extending his hand. Harry shook it. "Nice to finally meet you" he said in a rather monotonous tone, while his eyes were slowly making their way up to his scar.
"Hello sir" said Harry. He wasn't quite sure what else to say.
"Follow me young man, I will show you to your room."
Harry picked up his trunk and followed Lucius up the stairs and down a long corridor.
"This is the west wing; we hardly ever use it, only for guests." He said with a fake smile on his face.
"Great!" said Harry, failing to sound enthusiastic. "He has a huge house." He thought to himself. "Big deal! No need to brag about it…"
"You are a very lucky man Potter, the Dark Lord is eager to meet you, you know. He will be here tomorrow evening, before supper."
Excitement hit Harry. He was finally meeting the famous Voldemort; he had many questions to ask him!
Meeting up next! But i'll be expecting more reviews before it comes!