Hello everyone! Hopefully I didn't make you wait, and you wanted sooooo much to read this chapter *sarcasm*. Going back to this AN that no one want to actually read, I was walking on the street and then I thought of something. 1989! Berlin's wall fell, and 1991! Dissolution of the soviet union happened! And I had a good (or bad) idea coming to me. *Nyarknyarknyark* This chapter'll contain some blood, death, mention of violence (maybe), not strongly, but Iprefer to prevent you.
To mizzrazz72 : Poor Severus, his hurt must be hurting now ;)
Well, 'happy' halloween people (if you celebrate it), and enjoy this chapter!
Chapter 9
Unplottable chamber, Volgograd (Russia), 1987
How did this happen?
Only three hours ago were they playing in the snow in someplace in Russia. Vladimir's manor was so big, and it was too hot, they only wanted to play in the snow to make some snowballs, angels on the white ground, battling against each others. But no, they had to get lost, and meet weird dressed people, they were frightning, all in uniform, they were serious and a frown marred each of their face. Evans didn't understood what they were saying, Lucian was barely understanding those policemen, Thomas Trixy and Rosier were the one who tried to explain that they were lost.
But the men were looking at them with suspiscion in their eyes, they could hear the english accent, the children wore different type of clothes. The men didn't know what to do. The glanced at eachothers, what to do? If they helped them and they were enemies, how will they explain themselves to their boss. They could kill them, but they were kids, four small kids, and a preteen. They were barely the age of their own sons and daughters. They hesitated. Finally the blue-eyed man turn toward his collegues, they weren't going to hurt them, it was becoming nonsense.
Harry released his breath when the blue-eyed man, the tall man and the darkblond man, smiled at them. He could understood not the words but the action. They were letting them go, but they could'nt help them. The green eyed boy didn't understand to much about Volgograd, Thomas tried to explain to him the Cold war. But it was too comlicated to understand the why behind the actions of all the parties. Couldn't they all live in peace together?
Suddenly they heared a branch crack, a big tall man approached them. The soldiers froze. The magic from the children warned them to be careful. Their nerves were high when the man ordered something to the soldiers, he didn't speak, his voice was that of a leader, a ruthless leader. The men trembled slightly, but their faces became emotionless, and they turned their guns toward the group. Thomas ordered them to hide behind him, and they all obeyed. The muggles hands trembled a little. At the exact moment that the leader shouted to fire, a crack of appariton was heard.
Lady Lyra appeared in front of Thomas. The bullet went right toward her stomach. Only a second after, her pristine light blue dress started to become red. She was bleeding. She threw a protego when the leader fired at them, screaming at them. Even the soldiers were frightned, after all, she did appear out of thin air. A second crack of apparition was heared, Vladimir came, wearing a glamour.
"-Vlad! Take the children and go!"
"-But Lady!"
"-This is not the moment go! Use your damned portkey for Merlin's sake!"
She didn't swear often. Vladimir runned toward the kid, as Lyra tried to protect them, Vlad and herself, against those bullets. The leader decide to use his PPSh-41 and continue to fight, his soldier followed him. The portkey was used. Thomas could only watch his mothers shout, as he cried for her, and they were whisked away.
"-Kids stay here. I'm going back." And Vlad apparated.
The waited only one more minute before he came back. In his hands was Lyra, her dressed was colored in deep red. she was paler than her natural skin color.
"- Thomas." Her voice was rasped. "and chi...ldren."
They approached her, their faces were all teary, Trixy was crying.
"-Mom! Vlad's going to heal you! Don't speak" Thomas's voice was distressed. He wass no more collected, he was only eleven and some moths, he needed his mother, she was all he had, all they had, one of the last link to his father. She was the one who birhted him, loved him, kissed him, hugged him. She was the one to scold him, help him, tease him. She was his mother.
"-Hush you, Momma's bleeding to much from lots of place. She's already old. Maybe I'll see your father, do not worry I'll scold him, and I'll tell him all about you."
"-Mom!"
"-I'm so proud of you Thomas Abraxas Malfoy." Her eyes were losing their warmth."You'll be a great leader, just like your father. V-vlad take care of them please. Dmitri take care of you, and eat your veggies, you're a kind hearted one, do not let people say otherwise. *cough!* Lucian try not to hurt yourself while pranking, I hope you'll go to Beaubatonx, y-your parents met there. Trixy one day you'll become a great woman, do not let people tell you what is a l-lady, be only y-yourself. H-harry *cough!cough!* I-i h-have s-something t-to say, you a-are i-important, t-the w-wizarding w-world, t-they. F-f-for them. You..." Lady Lyra mumbled something, her hand was getting colder. But she surprised them all, when a las t spark entered her dying eyes. "Love my Thomas Harry."
And she fell into the arms of Death.
Unplottable location (Riddle's manor, Little Hangleton), 1996
The study room was spacious, the walls were warmed with a rich dark-chocolate brown printed paper. Two huges libraries were orning two sides of the room, the amount of book was quite something to see, they were all sized, little one to enormous book, encyclopedias, dictionnary, and was that a romantic book? In the middle of the dark brown floor was two bigs carpet, a dark green one and the other was forest green. On the two carpet was a table and couchs. Voldemort signaled them to sit down, he had to be polite to Potter sadly. A black desk, orned with some silver was in font of the last wall, which had a painting of coiling snake, with the most terrifying yellow eyes. On the desk was papers which were all organized, a beautiful quill posed on the side, near it, was a inkpot, nearly out of ink. They all were sitting.
"- What does Mr. Potter have to say son?"
"- Evans has some capital information father."
"-How does this concern me son?"
"-Father, this is something personal to you."
Harry was stressed, his body was tensed, how the hell will he be able to stay in the presence of those two? He sqw Thomas glancing at him, this was a signal to tell him to start speak. Harry coughed a bit, he hoped his voice wasn't high or something.
"- I have information about the prophecy." He mentally patted himself, his voice came out more emotionless than Snape.
"-Well. Tell it boy. Are you waiting for an invitation?" The Dark Lord glared at Harry, and the green eyes answered back with the same way. Red and green. Slytherin and gryffindor. Tom and Harry. The only thing that tied them was the young man who coughed, taking the attention back to the conversation.
"- The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seven month dies... and the dark lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have the power the dark lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can li e while the other survived... the one with the power to vanquish the dark lord will be born as the seventh month die..." (AN: not mine, came from Potterpedia).
Voldemort looked thoughtful. This seems like a true prophecy. His son gave his closed palm to him, he reached slowly toward it. A small vial in a squaredtube type was given to him, it contained silvery smoky thread. A memory.
"- I will need time to study this." Voldemort caressed Nagini's head as his son nodded." You wil all stay at the manor right."
"-Yes father. It will be besser for our followers to train with eachother." Harry turned his head with a snap. He didn't know that.
Nagini hissed that she wanted to speak to her master's hatchling. Thomas got up and followed her, he looked so innoncent avoiding his father's and lover's issue. Thomas and Nagini went out, after waving to the two men. Harry decided it was best to follow them.
"-A moment Potter." Harry froze, but didn't face the Dark Lord. "You dared come here. You dared take my son. I will make you pay Potter. I kkow your games. You gryffindor idiots hidden behind the word brave, are nothing to me Potter. Luckily, you'll die before finishing this week." Harry gulped. He tried to stay courageous.
"-Bring it on Voldemort."
Sorry for the small chapter, but I needed to go to sleep. Ciao!
