Author Note: Sorry this isn't a very long chapter but I haven't finished checking through the rest that I have written and this seemed like a good place to stop off at. I don't have a beta so I have to do it all myself so its very time consuming and I'm not really the best person at it anyway so please bear with me!
Warnings for the chapter: None I believe...
It had been about half an hour since I had spoke to Voldemort and I was amazed by the fact that there was no sign of the ministry or the Order. It must be because of not using my wand… meaning as long as I use wandless magic then I can do what I want, that will defiantly make life much more interesting. Speaking of interesting, I wonder if Voldemort will actually show... At that moment I unexpectedly heard three distinct cracks of apparation from outside the house. I smiled as I felt their auras. So he's brought Snape and Malfoy. Interesting, he must somehow broke Malfoy out of Azkaban and replaced him with whatever now resided in his cell.
I heard a small explosion downstairs which I assumed to be them blasting through the front door. My smile widened as I heard footsteps coming up the stairs only to stop when they reached the top.
"My Lord, the muggles are dead. Someone must have killed them very recently by the look of the blood." The voice was undoubtedly Lucius Malfoy. I heard a shuffle of footsteps and then they continued across the landing until I saw Voldemort himself stop in front of Petunia. I couldn't help but let out a small giggle.
He then whirled on me, wand out. His eyes glanced down at Vernon for a second to analyse his state before directing his glare back at me.
"Who are you and what have you done with Potter?" He hissed, his snake like features fitting his voice down to a tee. As he had spoke Malfoy and Snape appeared behind him in there death eater robes and masks, you wouldn't be able to tell who they were by looking, but I was never normal was I? I stood up and as I did Voldemort had a tighter grip on his wand. I held my hands up showing that I wasn't going to attack. I looked back at the death eaters before speaking.
"Nice to see you did bring some company. Snape, Malfoy." I nodded to both and they froze clearly not expecting to be recognised at all. I felt a sharp pain in my forehead. "Can you stop that please? It actually hurts, you know." I hissed in parseltongue as I looked at Voldemort. I knew it was coming before he even finished the incantation. I dodged his powerful crucio in such an inhuman way I was quite shocked and impressed with myself. He seemed slightly taken back as well but then it turned into a smug look.
"Well Potter seems like you've grown up but I can sense the glamour on you. Why would you change your looks to something like this? Trying to seduce your way into a quick death?" He smirked at me and I couldn't help but laugh. He obviously didn't like that as I felt another spike of pain from the connection.
I glanced at the occupants of the room and shrugged. O well nothing to lose right? I took off my shirt and before Voldemort had a chance to make a snide comment at my actions I cut in there first.
"You're smart right? Why don't you cast the counter spell so that my glamour drops?" Voldemort sneered and flicked his wand and then I heard two gasps and I saw the Dark Lords eyes widen. I smiled at them and opened my arms out wide and then took a bow. "And that gentlemen is why I was wearing a glamour. I guess I won't have to bother anymore."
Voldemort's eyes were not on mine anymore but they were wondering across my revealed body, it seemed like he was examining each scar. Then his eyes flicked back up to mine and he hissed out in parseltongue.
"Who did this to you? I don't remember ever landing even a decent hit on you." I was surprised he didn't even seem embarrassed at the statement and the fact that he actually said it. I nodded my head towards the body on the floor and it suddenly burst into flames. Malfoy and Snape stepped back before whipping out their wands pointing them towards my exposed chest. Voldemort raised a hand to stop them before continuing. "This isn't what I'm here for anyway. What did you want to speak to me about?"I looked down at the flaming body before smirking back at Voldemort.
"Didn't know you cared Tom." My smirk grew as he hissed and launched forward his hand finding its way to my neck and then slamming me into the wall next to where Vernon's body was slumped. Our differing heights mean that I was hanging from where he held me at the throat. I held my hand up and pointed it towards the door. It slammed shut and then I placed a silencing charm as well.
I kept my eyes locked onto Voldemort and I lent my head forward slightly and whispered. "I'm not the only one whose been hiding behind a glamour now am I Tom?" The hand around my neck tightened and slammed my head back against the wall. I flicked my wrist and my eyes widened in amazement at the transformation that was happening in front of my eyes.
His reptilian features faded and were replaced by a handsome young man's. His wavy hair framed his face perfectly and his crimson eyes contrasted its pure black colouring in just the right way. Fuck me! He's actually really bloody attractive! 10 points to the Dark side.
"Didn't expect this either now did you Potter? Now you better start talking otherwise I won't hesitate to kill you just like the prophecy foretold." I stared into the crimson depths of his eyes before speaking.
"I want to join you. I won't take the mark as over all I want to be your equal but I don't mind being known as a death eater to the rest of them as I can see how it would look for you having an equal and such. You can give me orders but it will be my choice to follow them or not and I will answer to nobody else but you." By the look on the Dark Lord's face that was not something he expected. His grip on me was released and I was returned to the ground. His hand fell to his side while looking at the corpse next to us.
"Did you really do this? Were you the one who killed them all?" I nodded my head and he seemed to be thinking for a short while. "What spells did you use? I don't recognise them but they pulse of extremely dark magic." And again I couldn't help but laugh at the Dark Lord.
"That would be because I created them myself." His eyes bore into mine trying to see if I was telling the truth. I opened my mind to him, showing that I trusted him, and when he found his answer he backed away slightly and flicked his hand reapplying his glamour and cancelling the silencing charm as the door swung open. The two death eaters charged into the room wands raised at me yet again. They paused when Voldemort swiped his hand through the air and both their masks vanished.
"Put your wands away. I will be taking Potter back to Riddle Manor." The death eaters looked at each other as they lowered their wands. Lucius was the one brave enough to speak.
"But, My Lord..." He was quickly shut up when Voldemort gave him a sharp look.
"I would not finish that sentence Lucius, you might just be asking for death from this one." Voldemort motioned his head in my direction and I wished that I had a camera to record the look on Lucius's face, it was priceless. "I will be taking him back to talk some things over with him then we will hold a meeting with all the death eaters and have him prove his worth. Then we shall see if he lives or dies." Focusing his attention back on me he motioned at my body and said "Now If I were you Potter, I would get changed into something more... fitting to present yourself to my followers later."
I looked down at my blood splattered body and lack of clothing and slightly blushed before I moved my hand towards my wardrobe and transfigured a shirt into a black cloak with no sleeves with a large hood. I put the robe on and did up the three clasps near the top which left the rest to flow down and open showing some of my scared stomach. I wasn't ashamed of my scars in fact I liked them and I knew they would make the death eaters think twice about me so I thought I would put them on show.
I transfigured my trousers into some skinny jeans and a pair of shoes into some lace up boots, which came halfway up my shin, I was hoping I was pissing off the Dark Lord with my muggle choice in clothing. I can't let him get completely his own way after all. I cast a cleaning charm to get rid of whatever blood was left on my face. I turned towards Voldemort as he walked towards me.
"I will apparate you to my Manor, and I swear if you try anything…"
"Don't worry! I won't try anything. The only thing I'll warn you about is that I won't take shit from any of your death eaters. If they say a word about me I will send a crucio their way so fast they won't have the time to even piss themselves." The Dark Lord let out a dark chuckle that seemed to still his death eaters.
"Do you have to collect anything before we leave?" I looked around my room and picked up my bottomless bag, it was already filled with what I needed. I placed the bag into my pocket and turned back to Voldemort.
"This is all I need the rest is worthless." Voldemort nodded and then walked out of the room with Malfoy and Snape following swiftly behind him. I followed after them and as we reached the street I turned back to the hell hole I had been forced to live in for as long as I could remember. "Wait." I called making the group in front of me stop.
"Incendio." I watched as the house exploded into flames. The sight made a smile appear on my lips before I started laughing. "Wait till Dumbledore sees this! If only I could see the twinkle in his eyes fade when he sees the wreck that will be left behind." I watched the flames lap up the house for a few moments before turning back towards the group and walked so I was standing besides the Dark Lord. I looked up at him as he chose to speak.
"Well, I have to say Potter, I do like this new you. This just might work out after all" I didn't have chance to reply as I felt his arm slip around my waist and I felt the familiar tug of apparation on my body.