A New Friend or Foe
Chapter Five
The first thing Erica wanted to do when that boy...that scum...introduced himself was attack him. Her father, after all, had said that he was the cause of her mother's death. But then she remembered what else he had said: if she wanted to avenge her mother's death, she must get friendly with him, and then lead him to her father. She smiled slightly. He would take care of him.
She forced a pleasant smile and said, "Wow, Harry Potter. I've...I've heard a lot about you."
Harry rolled his eyes. Then he said, "You're really going to enjoy Hogwarts."
"I hope so..."
"What house do you want to be in?"
"Oh, I don't know...Gryffindor, I suppose."
Harry grinned. "My house."
They were then joined by a pair of red-head twins, who were introduced as Ron's brothers, Fred and George, and the group was soon engaged in a game of Exploding Snap. But Erica's mind kept wandering.
Harry didn't seem like the kind of person who would kill her mother, or anyone really. Maybe it was a misunderstanding. Maybe she should talk to her father about it. No. She couldn't. She dreaded meeting with her father in the forbidden forest to report her progress the next evening. For obvious reasons, she didn't like being around him. He scared her. And as much as she wanted to believe that he wasn't her father, she knew, somehow, deep down, that he was. She shuddered at the thought.
"Hey-Erica!" The girl was brought out of her reverie as Harry caught her attention. He looked at her with concern. "You okay?"
"Yeah," she muttered, not meeting his eyes. "I was just...thinking."
"Okay," the boy said, sounding rather skeptical. "Um..." he paused for a moment, his face turning red for unknown reasons, "...it's your turn."
Erica said, "Oh," and quickly turned her attention to the game. She couldn't let him know what was going on...she had to keep him oblivious to her plot for revenge...
"Wormtail, my servant..." Voldemort muttered, pacing the floor of the shack he was using for cover.
The small, ugly man stammered, "Y-yes, Milord?"
"My plan is going better than ever. My daughter is completely oblivious to the fact that she is leading Harry Potter right into my clutches...and that his death will not avenge my w-her mother," he quickly corrected himself, red eyes flashing, "in the slightest."
"Of course it is working," he sputtered, looking at his master at something more like fear than loyalty. "Your plots always work."
Angrily, Voldemort spun around and spat, "Do not lie to me! When I killed Lily and James, do you think my plans went well? When I lost everything I ever cared about, did they go well?" He sniffed in annoyance and said, "But no matter. That idiot of a wife is no more, thanks to the warning letter I sent her...and my daughter is unwillingly leading innocent Harry Potter into the last breath of his life..."
He laughed evilly, then turned to Wormtail. "Let us go...we have work to do."
~Emachinescat ^..^