It's Just a Nightmare 6
Lord Voldermort smiled down at the gurgling baby in his cruel arms. Harry really did trust him didn't he? The baby looked up at him as he mused, with the most trusting gaze. They were back at Voldermort's castle, in Voldermort's private chamber that he now shared with Alex or Harry. Everything was going according to plan and even better. Dumbledore was now out of the way and so was most of the order. Now the Demetors had joined his ranks, more and more people were willing to support him.
He looked down at Alex again, what a perfect killer the boy would make, so powerful, even more powerful than himself. All he had to do was give the boy the right training but that would take years, he needed him now. He'd ask Severus to whisk up a potion to make Alex 15 again but with no memory of his former self. He summoned Nagini and instructed her to bring Snape into his chambers.
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Meanwhile at the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters chaos reigned supreme. Sirius Black was desparatley casting all manners of healing charms on Remus Lupin and the other casualties. Madam Pomfrey, McGonagall and Moody were trying to revive Dumbledore.
It wasn't much of a shock to everyone that Dumbledore had survived the Killing Curse. He was the most powerful wizard after Harry Potter. He was now in a stable condition and if he pulled through the next 24 hours he would be just fine. Dumbledore was by no means the only casualty, more than half of the team had been cursed. The big problem was that Lord Voldermort had invented these curses and no one knew how to deal with them. Most of them had grotesque effects such has turning a person's stomach inside out.
To Sirius Black nothing in the world mattered more to him than where Harry was and his safety. The members of the team who had snuck into the castle didn't find a trace of Harry but some said they had heard a boy crying for help and then screaming. People were beginning to speculate whether Harry was dead. Black himself refused to believe anyone's word unless he saw the proof. If Harry really was dead than why didn't Voldermort brag about it in front of him?
"Padfoot, I'm sure Harry's just fine. Maybe he managed to escape Voldermort again," said a hoarse voice form behind him.
"I hope so Moony, I really do," Sirius muttered.
* * * * *
Snape walked down the misshapen corridor to Lord Voldermort's room. Personally he detested all the elaborate decoration but of course he dared not tell Voldermort. Snape paused as he stood outside the door, why was Voldermort summoning him at this hour? Surely he hadn't found out Snape was a spy from one of the order? After all even Black would keep that a secret no matter how appealing the idea of Snape being tortured to death was. Maybe Voldermort was going to reward him? But Voldermort only rewarded people in Death Eater meetings. Snape decided what ever the matter was he would find out when he stepped inside. He cautiously knocked on the door. Not loud but loud enough to be important and not hesitant but enough to tell Voldermort that he did fear him. Snape had perfected this knock as soon as he joined Voldermort's ranks; every Death Eater knew how to do it, after all they did value their lives.
"Enter," hissed a voice from somewhere inside the room. It reverberated around the vast corridor eerily. Snape vigilantly opened the door and stepped inside. What he saw shocked him a bit. Lord Voldermort was cuddling Harry Potter or rather Alexander Riddle. The little baby was gurgling away happily. He seemed to trust the serpentine creature with his soul.
"My Lord you called," said Snape eyeing Nagini, he had never liked the reptile and he was sure the feeling was mutual.
"Yessss Severusssss, I did," hissed the red-eyed plastic-surgery-gone- wrong-victim. Voldermort always seemed to hiss more when that blasted excuse of a ten foot live rope was around. "I have an order to give you. I need Alex to help me now so I want you to brew a potion which will make him his original age again but he must have no memories of his former self. If possible, make the boy think he is my son as well, you may go now," Snape felt himself breath a sigh of relief but then he felt as if a large stone had just dropped onto his chest, how would he make a potion that would make Harry think as if he had been bought up by Voldermort? When ever Voldermort said if possible he meant successes or I shall feed you to my ten foot waste of oxygen.
"Severus, fancy seeing you here at this time," came a sly calculated voice from behind him. Snape spun round to find himself face to face with Lucius Malfoy.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" demanded Snape.
"Temper, temper. I was merely walking you know, not against any rules," stated Malfoy with a smirk. Of course everyone knew that wondering around Voldermort's chambers was dangerous but not for Lucius Malfoy. "You still haven't answered my first question, what are you doing here?"
"For your information the master has requested me to brew an important potion for him. Now if you don't mind Mr. Malfoy, I'll be going," snapped Snape and stalked away with a swirl of his black cloak. That ought to get Malfoy really jealous, he hated missing out on important things. Lucius Malfoy glared with hatred at Snape's back as it disappeared, so he wanted to play it big did he, well Malfoys were also ready. As silently as a snake he slithered after Snape hiding in the shadows when ever necessary. He would find out what Snape was up to.
* * * *
Sirius Black stared at the cracking flames in Dumbledore's office. The old man was really stretching himself too hard. It had only been a week since he had recovered and now his was back to work again as if nothing had happened. Sirius sighed, no word had come what so ever of Harry but he refuse to give up hope. His godson had been through a lot worse and pulled through just fine. Harry wasn't dead. He had been called in for a meeting and he was early.
Remus, who had just come in, abruptly broke Sirius' train of thought.
"Hey Padfoot, how are you?"
"Fine Moony," replied Sirius with as much happiness as he could muster.
"Look Padfoot, everything will be just fine. Harry is a very powerful wizard, he survived the killing curse once, he can do it again."
"It's not really that I'm worrying about. Oh Moony what if they hurt him. You saw what kind of curses they put on some of the aurors, what if they do that to Harry?"
"Padfoot my friend, Harry's been through many hardships but he's pulled through like a hero, in fact he is a hero. He's gonna be fine."
"I feel so guilty though. I knew those stupid muggles were no use! I just feel like I've let him down, I should have been there for him. I should have been there for him when he faced all those terrifying things. What sort of a godfather am I!" screamed Sirius.
"I know how you fell but I have some new that will make the pain considerably less," came a calm familiar voice.
"Professor Dumbledore," said Remus
"Hello, Remus, Sirius. I've finally received word from Severus."
"What!" cried both of them together.
"Harry is safe and well. It seems that Voldermort turned him into a baby to avoid us finding him and sent him to Lucius Malfoy's house. However afterwards Voldermort fetched him again and now plans on turning Harry into a Death Eater. He wanted Severus to make a potion that would make Harry 15 again and have no memory of his former self. I called you two here because I wanted you to be first to hear any news," explained Dumbledore.
"Oh, I'm gonna kiss the slime ball!" screamed Sirius in delight.
"Now we must tell the rest of the order and work on a plan to save Harry before it is too late," said Dumbledore grimly.
* * * * Snape started a fire underneath his caldron. He just had a brain wave. He knew exactly what to do. He would use a mixture of the Imperius potion and the Proxium Annual potion. The Imperius potion made the drinker believe anything the potion brewer told him in the first 5 hours after he drank it and the Proxium Annual potion simply turned the drinker into what ever age the brewer wanted him to be. However he would make sure the Imperius potion didn't work and he would explain to Harry how to act like it had. Snape carefully chopped his guazerrier stomach into equal pieces. He was so involved in potion brewing he didn't notice a dark shadow sneek in through the door.
Lucius Malfoy chuckled at his own cleverness. He had an invisibility pendant on. It was in no way as good as the cloak but it worked all the same and now all he had to do was wreck Snape's potion. Of course he had heard the entire conversation between Voldermort and Snape. He ideally wondered if the potion Snape was brewing was for Voldermort. By the looks of it it was, dreamless sleep potion didn't contain any belladonna. Malfoy watched patiently from his dark secluded corner. Good, Snape was stirring it now; this meant it was nearly finished. He knew a bit about potions himself and he would have been top of the class at it if that slimy git hadn't been there. He knew that a potion was at it's most unstable just before it boiled, that was why you had to stir it so that the ingredients blended more smoothly. All Malfoy had to do now was add some sugar. Sugar was a potion brewer's worst enemy because sugar could make almost any potion utterly useless. It was also unreactive so it never caused explosions, in fact you couldn't tell that the potion had been wrecked until it doesn't work because sugar, when added to magical potions would become tasteless. Malfoy carefully slithered to the cauldron while Snape's back was turned and slipped a teaspoon of sugar into the caldron. He chucked silently at his smartness again but what he didn't realise was that some of the potion form his invisibility pendant had dropped into the potion along with the sugar. All invisibility gadgets worked because they had been processed or carried invisibility potions inside them and Malfoy's had a leek. He slipped out of the room unnoticed as before.
Snape turned back to his potion and blew the fire out. He carefully ladled some into a glass vile and stopped it. He decided that he didn't need to it at all and made for Voldermort's rooms. As he stepped into the chamber he noticed to his surprise it was daybreak already. Voldermort sat at the desk writing something and Harry was sleeping peacefully in his cot.
"My lord I have brewed it," said Snape
"Good," replied Voldermort and picked Harry up. Harry who was really annoyed at being disturbed from his beauty sleep started to howl. "Hurry up and feed it to him!" snapped Voldermort.
"Yes my lord," muttered Snape and poured the entire vial into Harry's mouth. There was a sudden pop and Harry disappeared. Voldermort was so shocked he dropped invisible Harry. However he wasn't crying; in fact they had no ideal where he was.
"You foul what is the meaning of this!" bellowed Voldermort.
"My lord someone has tampered with my potion. I will go back and examine the potion," stated Snape with some difficulty, maybe his useless Imperius potion had gone wrong. He knew that one of the side effects of the Imperius potion made the drinker's former memories much clearer if the brewer didn't start feeding them information straight away, but surely he hadn't done it wrong? Besides only belladonna could make Imperius useless and he had added that; not even sugar could wreck it. "My lord I am sure he is still here though," added Snape.
"I know I can smell him," said Voldermort, " you my go." Snape breathed a sigh of relief and ran back to his dungeons.
AN: What' happened to Harry and why isn't he crying? Will they find him or will Harry escape. HINT HINT about his mind. 10 reviews before next chapter.
Lord Voldermort smiled down at the gurgling baby in his cruel arms. Harry really did trust him didn't he? The baby looked up at him as he mused, with the most trusting gaze. They were back at Voldermort's castle, in Voldermort's private chamber that he now shared with Alex or Harry. Everything was going according to plan and even better. Dumbledore was now out of the way and so was most of the order. Now the Demetors had joined his ranks, more and more people were willing to support him.
He looked down at Alex again, what a perfect killer the boy would make, so powerful, even more powerful than himself. All he had to do was give the boy the right training but that would take years, he needed him now. He'd ask Severus to whisk up a potion to make Alex 15 again but with no memory of his former self. He summoned Nagini and instructed her to bring Snape into his chambers.
* * * * * * *
Meanwhile at the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters chaos reigned supreme. Sirius Black was desparatley casting all manners of healing charms on Remus Lupin and the other casualties. Madam Pomfrey, McGonagall and Moody were trying to revive Dumbledore.
It wasn't much of a shock to everyone that Dumbledore had survived the Killing Curse. He was the most powerful wizard after Harry Potter. He was now in a stable condition and if he pulled through the next 24 hours he would be just fine. Dumbledore was by no means the only casualty, more than half of the team had been cursed. The big problem was that Lord Voldermort had invented these curses and no one knew how to deal with them. Most of them had grotesque effects such has turning a person's stomach inside out.
To Sirius Black nothing in the world mattered more to him than where Harry was and his safety. The members of the team who had snuck into the castle didn't find a trace of Harry but some said they had heard a boy crying for help and then screaming. People were beginning to speculate whether Harry was dead. Black himself refused to believe anyone's word unless he saw the proof. If Harry really was dead than why didn't Voldermort brag about it in front of him?
"Padfoot, I'm sure Harry's just fine. Maybe he managed to escape Voldermort again," said a hoarse voice form behind him.
"I hope so Moony, I really do," Sirius muttered.
* * * * *
Snape walked down the misshapen corridor to Lord Voldermort's room. Personally he detested all the elaborate decoration but of course he dared not tell Voldermort. Snape paused as he stood outside the door, why was Voldermort summoning him at this hour? Surely he hadn't found out Snape was a spy from one of the order? After all even Black would keep that a secret no matter how appealing the idea of Snape being tortured to death was. Maybe Voldermort was going to reward him? But Voldermort only rewarded people in Death Eater meetings. Snape decided what ever the matter was he would find out when he stepped inside. He cautiously knocked on the door. Not loud but loud enough to be important and not hesitant but enough to tell Voldermort that he did fear him. Snape had perfected this knock as soon as he joined Voldermort's ranks; every Death Eater knew how to do it, after all they did value their lives.
"Enter," hissed a voice from somewhere inside the room. It reverberated around the vast corridor eerily. Snape vigilantly opened the door and stepped inside. What he saw shocked him a bit. Lord Voldermort was cuddling Harry Potter or rather Alexander Riddle. The little baby was gurgling away happily. He seemed to trust the serpentine creature with his soul.
"My Lord you called," said Snape eyeing Nagini, he had never liked the reptile and he was sure the feeling was mutual.
"Yessss Severusssss, I did," hissed the red-eyed plastic-surgery-gone- wrong-victim. Voldermort always seemed to hiss more when that blasted excuse of a ten foot live rope was around. "I have an order to give you. I need Alex to help me now so I want you to brew a potion which will make him his original age again but he must have no memories of his former self. If possible, make the boy think he is my son as well, you may go now," Snape felt himself breath a sigh of relief but then he felt as if a large stone had just dropped onto his chest, how would he make a potion that would make Harry think as if he had been bought up by Voldermort? When ever Voldermort said if possible he meant successes or I shall feed you to my ten foot waste of oxygen.
"Severus, fancy seeing you here at this time," came a sly calculated voice from behind him. Snape spun round to find himself face to face with Lucius Malfoy.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" demanded Snape.
"Temper, temper. I was merely walking you know, not against any rules," stated Malfoy with a smirk. Of course everyone knew that wondering around Voldermort's chambers was dangerous but not for Lucius Malfoy. "You still haven't answered my first question, what are you doing here?"
"For your information the master has requested me to brew an important potion for him. Now if you don't mind Mr. Malfoy, I'll be going," snapped Snape and stalked away with a swirl of his black cloak. That ought to get Malfoy really jealous, he hated missing out on important things. Lucius Malfoy glared with hatred at Snape's back as it disappeared, so he wanted to play it big did he, well Malfoys were also ready. As silently as a snake he slithered after Snape hiding in the shadows when ever necessary. He would find out what Snape was up to.
* * * *
Sirius Black stared at the cracking flames in Dumbledore's office. The old man was really stretching himself too hard. It had only been a week since he had recovered and now his was back to work again as if nothing had happened. Sirius sighed, no word had come what so ever of Harry but he refuse to give up hope. His godson had been through a lot worse and pulled through just fine. Harry wasn't dead. He had been called in for a meeting and he was early.
Remus, who had just come in, abruptly broke Sirius' train of thought.
"Hey Padfoot, how are you?"
"Fine Moony," replied Sirius with as much happiness as he could muster.
"Look Padfoot, everything will be just fine. Harry is a very powerful wizard, he survived the killing curse once, he can do it again."
"It's not really that I'm worrying about. Oh Moony what if they hurt him. You saw what kind of curses they put on some of the aurors, what if they do that to Harry?"
"Padfoot my friend, Harry's been through many hardships but he's pulled through like a hero, in fact he is a hero. He's gonna be fine."
"I feel so guilty though. I knew those stupid muggles were no use! I just feel like I've let him down, I should have been there for him. I should have been there for him when he faced all those terrifying things. What sort of a godfather am I!" screamed Sirius.
"I know how you fell but I have some new that will make the pain considerably less," came a calm familiar voice.
"Professor Dumbledore," said Remus
"Hello, Remus, Sirius. I've finally received word from Severus."
"What!" cried both of them together.
"Harry is safe and well. It seems that Voldermort turned him into a baby to avoid us finding him and sent him to Lucius Malfoy's house. However afterwards Voldermort fetched him again and now plans on turning Harry into a Death Eater. He wanted Severus to make a potion that would make Harry 15 again and have no memory of his former self. I called you two here because I wanted you to be first to hear any news," explained Dumbledore.
"Oh, I'm gonna kiss the slime ball!" screamed Sirius in delight.
"Now we must tell the rest of the order and work on a plan to save Harry before it is too late," said Dumbledore grimly.
* * * * Snape started a fire underneath his caldron. He just had a brain wave. He knew exactly what to do. He would use a mixture of the Imperius potion and the Proxium Annual potion. The Imperius potion made the drinker believe anything the potion brewer told him in the first 5 hours after he drank it and the Proxium Annual potion simply turned the drinker into what ever age the brewer wanted him to be. However he would make sure the Imperius potion didn't work and he would explain to Harry how to act like it had. Snape carefully chopped his guazerrier stomach into equal pieces. He was so involved in potion brewing he didn't notice a dark shadow sneek in through the door.
Lucius Malfoy chuckled at his own cleverness. He had an invisibility pendant on. It was in no way as good as the cloak but it worked all the same and now all he had to do was wreck Snape's potion. Of course he had heard the entire conversation between Voldermort and Snape. He ideally wondered if the potion Snape was brewing was for Voldermort. By the looks of it it was, dreamless sleep potion didn't contain any belladonna. Malfoy watched patiently from his dark secluded corner. Good, Snape was stirring it now; this meant it was nearly finished. He knew a bit about potions himself and he would have been top of the class at it if that slimy git hadn't been there. He knew that a potion was at it's most unstable just before it boiled, that was why you had to stir it so that the ingredients blended more smoothly. All Malfoy had to do now was add some sugar. Sugar was a potion brewer's worst enemy because sugar could make almost any potion utterly useless. It was also unreactive so it never caused explosions, in fact you couldn't tell that the potion had been wrecked until it doesn't work because sugar, when added to magical potions would become tasteless. Malfoy carefully slithered to the cauldron while Snape's back was turned and slipped a teaspoon of sugar into the caldron. He chucked silently at his smartness again but what he didn't realise was that some of the potion form his invisibility pendant had dropped into the potion along with the sugar. All invisibility gadgets worked because they had been processed or carried invisibility potions inside them and Malfoy's had a leek. He slipped out of the room unnoticed as before.
Snape turned back to his potion and blew the fire out. He carefully ladled some into a glass vile and stopped it. He decided that he didn't need to it at all and made for Voldermort's rooms. As he stepped into the chamber he noticed to his surprise it was daybreak already. Voldermort sat at the desk writing something and Harry was sleeping peacefully in his cot.
"My lord I have brewed it," said Snape
"Good," replied Voldermort and picked Harry up. Harry who was really annoyed at being disturbed from his beauty sleep started to howl. "Hurry up and feed it to him!" snapped Voldermort.
"Yes my lord," muttered Snape and poured the entire vial into Harry's mouth. There was a sudden pop and Harry disappeared. Voldermort was so shocked he dropped invisible Harry. However he wasn't crying; in fact they had no ideal where he was.
"You foul what is the meaning of this!" bellowed Voldermort.
"My lord someone has tampered with my potion. I will go back and examine the potion," stated Snape with some difficulty, maybe his useless Imperius potion had gone wrong. He knew that one of the side effects of the Imperius potion made the drinker's former memories much clearer if the brewer didn't start feeding them information straight away, but surely he hadn't done it wrong? Besides only belladonna could make Imperius useless and he had added that; not even sugar could wreck it. "My lord I am sure he is still here though," added Snape.
"I know I can smell him," said Voldermort, " you my go." Snape breathed a sigh of relief and ran back to his dungeons.
AN: What' happened to Harry and why isn't he crying? Will they find him or will Harry escape. HINT HINT about his mind. 10 reviews before next chapter.
