What to do?
by BEWD Sorcerer
Disclaimer: Not mine! If Harry Potter were mine, then first off it'd be a yaoi, second it would also be available in manga and anime form.
/telepathic link speech/
"out loud speech, English"
'Parseltongue'
I accepted and now he's happy. He's so happy, I can feel it, but it doesn't hurt. I guess that if he no longer wished my utter destruction that he wouldn't unconsciously try to hurt me... I guess. I'll have to ask him. Even when we were about to go to the Department of Mysteries his excitement gave me a headache, but now... it feels good. Maybe this isn't a trap. He really does want me on his side; that makes sense.
/Come to me./
He's been whispering in my ear since I touched the first letter. I can tell he's not lying; he'd be cackling gleefully instead of the shock, amazement, and joy he felt when he knew I was considering his offer. It had been a wonderful feeling.
/Harry, join with me./
I'm not sure if he knows he's doing this. I don't think he is aware because no matter what time of day it is, the whispers are still there. Even when I wake up at 3:30 in the morning and I can feel him slumbering peacefully the whispers are there. They let me know that I'm wanted in a positive way. Could he be calling out to me instead of trying to kill me? He wants me; that too is obvious.
/I'll protect you./
The benefits of switching sides are too great to ignore, IF it's not a trap. I have to keep my mind open to that possibility. Oh, how I want this to be real. Please, don't be lying, Tom. I want to be free of their expectations. I wouldn't be surprised if they expected me to kill Voldemort, then drop dead from either happiness, exhaustion, or a pissed off Death Eater kills me for revenge... or even be killed by Voldemort at the same time.
What can I do? It's not like I can call a meeting between Dumbledore and Voldemort to ask what they can offer me. I'd have to tell them at the end of the meeting that I would have to think about it more, then contact the one that I decided to back without the other knowing, while continuing to seem thoughtful. That plan would be not only time-consuming and annoying, but also dangerous.
/Harry, you're mine./
I shudder when I hear such things. Not because I'm disgusted but because of the ringing truth and warmth that echoes with every one of those whispers. It's the truth; I'm not sure if I should be crying or laughing. The murderer of my parents is probably going to be my savior. How fucked up is that? Or more appropriately: how fucked am I?
/I'm coming for you, Harry. Coming to save you from those muggles./
Oh, fuck. That one's new. I can feel him nearing Privet Drive. He's coming to take me from my prison, my knight in shining scales. I think I'm a little hysterical right now. I have to see when they answer the door so I head downstairs. I must appear calm and collected, but actually I'm nervous, excited, and just a tad suspicious. Surely this has all been a dream and Voldemort's coming to kill me.
I'm in the living room, my relatives are watching TV, and Voldemort is standing on the porch. He notices, pausing, warm shivery feelings are quivering down our link; I can't help but tremble in response and He is amused. Damn him.
The doorbell rings, making the Dursleys start. Vernon barks at me to get the door. I can't help but smile and shake my head, then run for the door as Vernon gets up to attack me for being insolent. The walrus of a man grabs the back of Dudley's old, worn out, green (so faded that it's grey) shirt I'm currently wearing just as I pull open the door. There stands, in all his snake-like, red-eyed, black-robed glory, Lord Voldemort; I can't help but gasp.
My nightmare, my possible savior or executioner smiles, a wicked smile, then steps in without asking permission; no one else had a choice anyway.
/Found you, little one./
"There you are, Potter. I can't believe Dumbledore actually thought those blood wards would still work after our little rendezvous in your fourth year," he hissed in English, blood red eyes intent upon my own grass green. (AN: Blood makes the grass grow! XP) I shivered as his words sunk in. It was Riddle Manor or Bust.
"Boy! What's this freak doing here!" Vernon decided he wasn't going to be frightened by some freak in a costume, no matter how real it looked; it was just someone who knew a good make-up artist and used that connection and now they were trying to scare him and his family that just came to see what the commotion was about.
"Dursley, I wouldn't draw attention to myself if I were you in this situation. I'm here for Harry, not you, though if you want my attention that badly, I guess we could take you along. There are some influential people you would have to meet..." Voldemort's lazy smirk hadn't left as he gazed at Vernon, who blinked stupidly, trying to decide if the snake man just inside the door was a wizard or not, thus safe or not and worthy of his time or not.
"Voldemort-"
"Ah, Harry, you don't have to say another word. /I know your thoughts, hopes, fears... desires/ You want to leave here. You don't want to come back here ever again. I'll make sure that you don't. /Say goodbye to the little cockroaches/ This is the end," Voldemort laughed his high piercing laugh, grabbing me, pulling me to his side as he stepped out of the house. The door slamming shut sounded of their doom. A moment later the whole house went up in flames, bright white flames.
"My wand - my trunk-" I started panicking. /My stuff/
"I have them here." There was my trunk, miniatured by magic along with my Firebolt. /No worries. I'm taking care of you./
"How did you-?" How the hell did he get my stuff!
"My snakes retrieved them while I distracted you and your guardians. Do you want to wait for the Order of the Burning Birdie?" He's smirking, so pleased. I feel dizzy and he seems to notice, so he stuffs my trunk and Firebolt into one of my pockets, sweeping me off my feet into his arms bridal style and smirking all the wider.
The choice is taken out of my hands as they all start apparating nearby. Voldemort's smirk grows evil as he holds me to his chest. Screams start up as the wizards and witches recognize Voldemort standing in front of the burning house of their savior.
/They'll want you back. They won't get you. You're mine. Act like you're passed out if you don't want your allegiance questioned just yet./ I went limp in his arms just before he whipped around to face the gathering aurors.
"-Voldemort! It's the Dark Lord!"
"My my! How lovely for you all to be here to witness this. There were wards on this house and around this area put up by Dumbledore. You're wondering why these wards failed. Ask Dumbledore yourself. I don't have time to explain how easy they were to-" Voldemort's tone was so smug.
"Oh my god! He's got Harry! There he is! Harry!" Through Voldemort's eyes I see Mrs.Figg screaming and pointing. Dumbledore arrives and Voldemort's ire rises. It hurts so I retreat back into my own mind, trying to block out the searing hate. I must have made some noise or movement since I can feel everyone staring at me. The burning hatred has cooled with worry for me. I can feel ghostly fingers stroking my cheek as he coos mentally that he shouldn't have lost control and he apologizes for hurting and he didn't mean to hurt me. I relax and he promises to make it up to me when we get home.
"I will not allow you to kill him, Tom." Dumbledore is once again sticking his overly long, crooked nose into my business.
"Kill? No, I think not. A quick death would be too merciful for someone who has defied me four times, five if you count his second year..." /I'm sorry. I'm glad you didn't die. You are powerful, my equal. Join me, Harry. We can change the world./
"Tom-" His hate was rising again.
"You can't call me that!" Dumbledore must have realized the change.
"Then who can?" His hate was still there, but he was laughing too.
"Only my equal can call me by my old name. To everyone else I am Lord Voldemort." /Only you, Harry, only you can call me Tom./
"Your equal... What are you-"
"Tsk tsk. You should know not to ask what your present is before it's given." Voldemort cackled as he tore down the anit-apparition wards that some auror had set up, making her scream, before apparating us away. I opened my eyes to see a large mansion on a hill.
"Do you want to walk?"
"Yes," I replied. He started to set me down but just as my feet hit the ground the dizziness hit as well. The darkness consumed me.
AN: Yay! So many people like my fics! 3 If this keeps up then I'll have no choice but write until my fingers fall off. Let's hope that's not anytime soon. I like my fingers. They help me play video games, read books, and surf the web. XP