Ch 7- Plans
Harry was standing in front of what he knew was the hidden door to the Slytherin common room. He took a deep breath and said the password out loud.
When Harry walked through the door, what he wasn't expecting was nearly the entire house of Slytherin to be gathered in the common room. The silence was deafening as everyone started at him, either in scowl or clear shock that Harry Potter was standing in their common room.
One of the Slytherin six years, that Harry knew to be Zabini stepped forward towards Harry, who was still standing at the entrance. "Potter," it was Zabini's silk deep voice that pulled him from his thoughts of panic, "Professor Snape said I was to show you to our dorms. Follow me."
Harry, sensing no threat, followed Zabini out of the common room and through a long hallway. "Six-year boys are here at the end, Potter." Harry nodded as Zabini opened the door with a giant '6' on it that Harry realized upon closer inspection was a snake twisted into the number's shape.
When the door opened Harry nearly groaned in annoyance. Malfoy and Nott were sitting on two beds next to each other deep in conversation. When Zabini and Harry walked in they looked up at them and instantly stopped talking.
"Well, that wasn't obvious," Harry sneered at Malfoy. Malfoy stood up and smirked at him. He was sizing Harry up. "Potter," Malfoy's voice was smooth, and he looked amused, "So you finally decided to ditch the blood traitors and mudbloods?"
"Shut your mouth, Malfoy!" Harry was ready to draw his wand, his hand hovering over his robe pocket when Zabini stood between them holding up his hands. "Draco, don't provoke him. Potter, you're not to be attacked here so there is no need to draw your wand. You're one of us now. It's time you started acting like it."
"My apologies, Harry," it was Malfoy again, "Can I call you, Harry? We are housemates now. I only wanted to express my congratulations to you. Afterall, it's not everyday that someone gets resorted and from Gryffindor to Slytherin? Never happened according to my father. I'm impressed, Potter. Let's start over, shall we?" He extended his hand to Harry. Harry starred at it calculating his next move. He was in Slytherin now, he needed friends not enemies. Realizing there wasn't much to lose, Harry took Malfoy's hand in his and shook it.
"Don't speak about my friends and we won't have any problems, Draco." Harry looked at him waiting to see what he would say back.
"I think you'll find that those that you used to call friends, might not be so friendly anymore…."
"Draco!" it was Zabini.
"I'm not instigating him, Blaise." Malfoy turned from Harry to address Zabini, " I'm telling the truth and you know it. They aren't going to accept him anymore. It's best that someone tells him the truth."
"I appreciate your concern," Harry interrupted before Zabini could respond, "but I'll handle any situation with my friends." Harry looked at Zabini, "Thanks, for showing me the room." Zabini didn't respond but nodded and turned to go back to the common room.
"I think I'm going to bed now if that's alright with you?" Harry turned to look at Malfoy and Nott who still hadn't said a word.
"Let's go Theo." Draco nodded at Nott who followed him up and back towards the common room without a backward glance at Harry.
Harry noticed that his trunk was at the end of one of the beds and Harry knew that was to be his bed. Green drapes hung from the bed posts, his heart constricted tightly thinking of how he would never see the Gryffindor red hangings again. Snape had said that it was permanent. There would be no resorting for Harry again.
Now that Harry was alone, he knew what he needed to do, who he needed to talk to. Digging in his truck for the mirror that Voldemort had sent him, Harry took it out and pulled his green drapes around his bed. Putting up the best silencing charm he had, he looked down at the mirror. Harry looked at the snake in the corner of the mirror and thought hard of it as he whispered, "I need to speak with the Dark Lord."
The mirror gave off a faint gold glow and Harry waited. He didn't have to wait long until Voldemort's handsome face appeared in the mirror. He smiled at Harry, "Harry, did you need to speak with your lord?"
"I did it." Harry didn't see the point in wasting time, he didn't know how much time he had with Voldemort and he wanted to get right to it. "I asked Dumbledore for a resorting and I… I'm in Slytherin now. Here look." Harry turned the mirror around and opened the hangings just a sliver so that he could see the underground rooms that he too once laid in when he was Harry's age.
"Well done Harry. I must say I am very proud of you. I didn't know if you had the nerve to go through with it."
Harry's heart fluttered. Proud of him, proud of Harry. Voldemort was proud of him, that surely must be an accomplishment it itself. Harry still had doubts…
"Now are you going to… I don't know… believe me? I did this, as you asked, and I'm not even sure if it's the right thing to do. I might lose my friends. What if I'm not happy here?"
"I never doubted you. I knew you would be intrigued enough to find out the truth. Be happy, Harry, this is where you belong. Slytherin is a step in the right direction. You will find happiness there and if your friends are truly your friends, they will accept you. If not, then well Harry I'm sure you will find new friends that… ah… share your interests. Dumbledore has been laying a path for you since you were a child. It's time you do something for yourself. What do you want Harry?"
"I don't know. I want something. I want anything… I'm done. I'm done with Dumbledore's lies." Harry set the mirror down so that Voldemort couldn't see his face, tears were threatening to fall. Harry pulled himself together then turned the mirror back to look at the Dark Lord. "Please. Help me. I don't want to feel like this. I don't want to be weak anymore. I understand now, that I need power, and I think you're the only one that can help me."
Voldemort smiled at him, "All you have to do is ask, Harry. Do you want to join me? Do you want me to show you the way?" His red eyes seemed to bore into Harrys. Harry could only see the sea of red, of blood, and of pain.
"If you take out Dumbledore… when you take out Dumbledore… what is your plan? For the others? The Order? The muggleborn children? What happens to them?"
"They will have a place in our world, Harry. I am not the monster Dumbledore makes me out to be. I understand that despite coming from muggles there can be use to those born of… lesser decent. Wizards don't deserve to be hidden in the shadows. We will build a new world. Muggles will have to accept that wizards shouldn't be in hiding anymore. As for the Order and those that oppose. It will be difficult, in the beginning. There will be fights. There will be deaths, Harry, I will not lie to you, but it will all be… for the greater good. Once they see the world we create, they too will see the truth…"
Harry was lost in his thoughts. Voldemort wanted a better world. Isn't that what Harry wanted too? A world without war, without hiding from muggles, no children left behind in the muggle world only to learn when they are eleven that they are wizards? Harry didn't want anymore deaths, but as Voldemort had said wasn't that inevitable? It was war, but if Harry, the-boy-who-lived, joined the Dark Lord, what would become of the Order? What would Dumbledore do without his Chosen One?
"I don't know if I can… kill anyone…"
"I don't want you to, Harry."
Harry looked at him in shock. He wouldn't have to kill?
"You do want me to be a death eater… to follow you… I thought that would be a requirement?"
"No. I want much more from you than my death eaters. I want you as my right hand. Harry, we share a connection stronger than any other two on this earth. I have realized my mistakes when it regards your wellbeing in the past, but I see it now… I want you to join me hand in hand, as…my son. I want you to move past the deaths of your… biological… parents. It is time you had a father that understood you." He paused and looked at Harry with a hunger in his eyes, "I know you looked to Black for this, but he was a wanted man, he had spent years in Azkaban lost in grief over his friends. Black considered you a replacement for his friend, for James. He didn't know the real you. He didn't see you as I see you… he couldn't give you what you desired. What your heart desires Harry, is a family, a belonging. I can provide that. I will teach you… train you… I will give you the power you seek… as long as that is what you want…"
"And the prophecy?"
"The prophecy is of no importance if we chose not to make it that way. I have decided to pull myself from it, will you do the same? It is time to make the decision Harry. Are you going to accept the future I will set for you?"
Harry was overcome with emotions. He was wanted. Voldemort wanted to be his father… he wanted Harry to be there with him through the new world.
"Yes, my Lord. I want this."
Voldemort smiled at him. "Then my son… let us begin…"
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The streets of London were deserted. No one was going out in this rain that hounded down in buckets. Remus Lupin had just returned from the countryside where he had been with his fellow werewolves for the past few months. He turned and walked straight to the house he knew to be Sirius's parents' home; where the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix was.
Remus pulled himself through the door quickly and shut it quietly behind him as to not disturb the portrait of Sirius's mother. He walked into the kitchen where he heard shouting.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE WAS RESORTED!?" It was Molly Weasley yelling at Dumbledore and everyone else in the room. She was crying rather because of being furious or deeply hurt, Remus didn't know.
Dumbledore was looking grim.
"Potter decided to resort himself, he is now a Slytherin." It was Severus Snape.
"WHAT?" Remus looked at Snape in disbelief. "What do you mean by Potter is in Slytherin?"
"Remus," Dumbledore looked up at him, "Please join us. We have some rather unsettling news."
"What does he mean?" Remus pointed at Snape. "What did you do?"
"Me, Lupin?" Snape sneered at him every bit of disgust etched on his face, "What have You done? I was just as surprised as anyone when he asked for a resorting… and even more so… in my house. How surprising this new turn of events is."
"What is going on?" Remus looked around at Molly, Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore.
"Harry asked the sorting hat for a resorting tonight. He was resorted into Slytherin…" Arthur said it gently.
Remus felt his chest tighten. Harry wasn't over his grieving of Sirius and was making major life decisions that would inevitably affect his future. Remus felt hurt; he was a werewolf, he couldn't take Harry in like he wanted to. He couldn't be there for Harry like he needed to be.
"What would have brought this on, Albus?" McGonagall spoke up, "Potter has always been… well proud… to be in Gryffindor. I mean, of course," She glanced at Snape, "It doesn't matter what house he is in, but why the sudden change? Is this his way of grieving Sirius Black that he goes and turns his whole life upside down?"
"It is possible," Dumbledore mused, "but my concern lies not in why he did this, but how he knew to do this."
"I've never heard of this… resorting… where did it come from, Albus?" McGonagall questioned.
Dumbledore continued, "It was written in the old laws of Hogwarts. It has long been frowned upon and is not very common. The sorting hat's record is nearly perfect but there has been a fair share of those that have asked for a resorting over the years since its existence. Mostly, children that were trying to follow family traditions. Even with a resorting there is no guarantee that the student would move houses. In most cases, there has not been a move to any other house. My concern lies in the fact that the last student to ask for a resorting was over fifty years ago, and how Harry came to this information, I do not know."
"What happened to that student?" Bill asked. "Did they move houses?"
"No," Dumbledore answered, "Tom Riddle remained in Slytherin."
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The Dark Lord was sitting behind his desk with his pair of the Slytherin mirrors laying on the desk. He had just finished his conversation with Harry Potter and the Dark Lord was pleased. He, Lord Voldemort, had gained the boys trust and successfully gotten him placed in his house of Slytherin. This was all part of the Dark Lords plans. Harry Potter needed to be removed from the Gryffindors and Dumbledore. After the fiasco at the ministry, with Lucius and many others behind bars, he had failed to secure the prophecy. However, Dumbledore, the idiot, had told the boy the prophecy and by doing so, during his dreams which he shared with the boy, Lord Voldemort had gotten the rest of the prophecy.
At first, he was angry, predicting that the boy and him would have to kill the other but then after months of research, he realized that he could beat the prophecy at its own game. He would not allow this to continue. If he continued to hunt the boy down it could end in his downfall, but if Harry Potter joined him and sat by his side, well then there was no longer a threat was there? The boy had lost his godfather, mostly by his hand but although the executioner had been his number one death eater and only female, Bellatrix. Voldemort knew he would have to mend this bond with the boy and Bellatrix. He couldn't lose Bellatrix, she was the most loyal and devoted. She would throw herself in front of killing curses to protect him, and in turn she would also help protect the boy.
Dumbledore was the problem. If Dumbledore realized that the-boy-who-lived was going to join the dark side, then Dumbledore may just kill the boy himself. Lord Voldemort could not allow this. He had to get Hogwarts under his control and Dumbledore dead as quickly as possible. It would only be then that he could secure the boys safety. He knew the boy was a horcrux; although he had no intentions of telling Harry Potter this. It would be best if he knew nothing of horcruxes. Perhaps one day… but he must never be told that he is one. It would come up… eventually, and he would deal with it then.
There was a knock at his door. He waved his hand and the door opened on its own. Bellatrix Lestrange came into the room and dropped on her knees, head down, "My Lord!"
"Rise. I assume it is done?"
"Yes Master. Lucius and the others are in the foyer. The dementors released them to us just as you had predicted. No one from the ministry was there, it was quiet and quick, my Lord."
"Well then Bella, let us go greet our friends, I must confess some of them have many things to make up for..."
Voldemort glided past Bella without another word and Bellatrix quickly followed behind him, enthralled in the presence of her master.
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