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Lord Voldemort moved slightly away from the boys, pacing slowly. "I do believe, young Malfoy, that your 16th birthday is in the beginning of next week."
Draco nodded his head once, "Yes My Lord, on Tuesday."
"And I would assume, that you are expecting to be initiated on Tuesday evening."
"I was My Lord, as is usual for heirs upon their 16th birthday." Draco answered with a slightly puzzled look on his face.
"This year is not usual. There are forces at work, and reasons that I cannot share as of yet, that make this year slightly different. I will tell you now that being a virgin upon your 16th birthday, is not a normal thing for heirs, but I have required it from both of you." Voldemort paused, letting it sink in that both boys had been ordered to be celibate. He watched Harry and Draco both look at each other with confused looks on their faces. "As I was saying… this year is different, and you will not be initiated on your 16th birthday. Instead you will wait for Harry's birthday, and you both will be initiated on the same day."
Draco looked a little disappointed, but lowered his head in acceptance. "As you wish, My Lord."
"You will however, begin your training the day after your birthday, like everyone else. You will also be receiving some… special training before your initiation, which you will understand in due time."
Draco nodded again, feeling slightly better than before, knowing he was receiving training for something that others didn't receive before they entered the ranks of Death Eaters.
"Now, please excuse yourself, I'm sure Narcissa would enjoy seeing her son before he leaves for training."
Draco bowed again, his eyes remaining on the floor like a proper Death Eater, "As you command, My Lord." Draco quickly left in order to find his mother.
"I do believe you've disappointed him Tom… He's been waiting his whole life for his 16th birthday, and now you've gone and ruined it but putting his day together with mine." Harry said, taking a seat on the sofa, crossing one ankle over his other knee and relaxing.
"When he learns the reasoning behind it, I'm sure he won't mind." Voldemort said, watching with amusement as Harry took a relaxing seat that no one else would be comfortable taking in his presence. "Honestly… do you need to be so insolent in front of others?"
"You know you like it…" Harry responded, his deep green eyes never leaving Tom's ever changing ones.
Tom moved very quickly, standing directly in front of the lounging Harry. Both of Tom's hands gripped the couch on either side of Harry's head, and brought his face inches from the teenager's. "I could kill you without a second thought… you would never see it coming, and yet you insist on antagonizing me, and constantly challenging me. What makes you so special?"
A grin spread across Harry's face, "If you had wanted to kill me, I'd be dead. I see the small smile that graces your lips when I do something a little different. I see the spark in your eye when I verbally challenge you. You like it… no one else would dare, which makes the rest of the Death Eaters perfect minions. But I'm different, you know it, I know it, and I have every intention to capitalizing on my advantage."
"How did you get that hat to put you into Gryffindor… You would be the poster boy for Slytherin." Tom stood back up and sat down on a chair perpendicular to the couch Harry was occupying.
"I'll leave the adoring Slytherin girls for Draco. You and I both know Gryffindor girls are hotter."
"And you and I both know that adoring females are not on the top of either one of our priority lists…" Tom answered giving Harry a very serious look.
Harry gave Tom a slightly surprised look, "Yet it seems that blondes are."
"Anyway, we have more pressing matters than our personal love lives… or lack there of, in your case."
"Thanks to your order I'd like to add." Harry rolled his eyes, and cleared his throat.
"You'll thank me soon enough." He stated, before continuing on. "Now… there are things that need to be discussed before your birthday initiation."
Riddle raised from his chair and began pacing again, as if trying to find the words to begin a conversation that could potentially be an explosion.
"Just spit it out Tom. I may not act like your minion, but I'll always be loyal to you." Harry stood up. He had never seen Tom this agitated in his life.
"I've waited until now to tell you these things, because I wanted you to form your own opinions about life in general as well as both sides of the war that we are on the eve of. I want to make it perfectly clear that you do have a choice, if you were to decide that you are currently on the wrong side, you would be permitted to find your own place out of the Castellum in a peaceful manor."
"I understand Tom, but I have no intention of joining the other side, I believe in our side completely." Harry raised an eyebrow at him.
"Glad to hear it. Now on to the more important stuff. First off, you should know that your parents didn't come to me to become Death Eaters. I went to them."
"Why?"
Riddle chose his next words carefully. "There is a prophecy, spoken a year before you were born, that details the birth and life of a powerful being, a wizard that would change the course of the wizarding world in a way that would rival Merlin. There was a section in the Daily Prophet, at the time, that printed the latest prophecies that had no names attached to them. Many people paid no attention to the announcement, at least two did. Myself and Dumbledore both found the prediction to be helpful to our own causes, if the wizard found himself favoring one of our sides of the impending war, there would be a better chance of coming out on top. Through study of the prophecy, as well as the births to the more prominent families of the wizarding world."
Tom walked to the bookshelf on the far wall and brought back a small leather bound book and tossed it to Harry, who's seeker training kicked in and caused him to grab the book out of the air. He opened the book at Tom's nod and found on the very first page, the clipping from the paper.
Born to the brave and proud,
As the eighth moon turns dark,
A hold of four shall set him apart.
One with power never before seen,
Shall change the course of history,
Hidden powers will spring forth,
When allegiance is set in stone,
And the purest bond is found.
When Harry finished reading out loud, Tom nodded again, "I found that the only child to fit this description, was you."
"Me?" Harry asked puzzled, trying to find how it fit him. "How did you come to that conclusion."
"Born to the brave and proud, as the eighth moon turns dark. Gryffindor is known to house students who are brave, and who do you know other than myself that is more proud than your father? You were born the day before the new moon. A hold of four shall set him apart. You were born to a family of four lovers, all of which care for you very much. One with power never before seen. When you were a child, your mood dictated everything around you. If you were angry the walls of what ever room you were in changed to dark black and red, when you were happy, the room changed to bright yellow. The first time I saw you, you were sitting on an unsteady stool and when it was knocked over; you hovered above it, until Lily grabbed you from mid air. While the rest of the prophecy speaks of the future, I do believe that it speaks of you."
"You said Dumbledore was looking as well. Why didn't he find a way into my life to influence me?" Harry asked, feeling let down. The reason Tom tolerated him was because he was a weapon. Tom attempted to make him happiest, and in return Harry was supposed to chose his cause in the war.
"Dumbledore found that… a different boy fit the criteria." Riddle responded, watching Harry very carefully.
Harry's head shot up, "Who?"
"Neville Longbottom. Both of his parents were in Gryffindor along with your parents, he was born on the fourth of August, still the new moon. He has what muggles would call a green thumb, a knack for rearing plants that most have problems with. He also has an unruly knack for defensive shields. I don't know if Dumbledore felt that he was more powerful, or if his own dislike for the Marauders clouded his decision, but he has attempted to raise Neville as powerful as possible."
Harry was silent, reading over the paper in front of him over and over again, all the while the cogs in his head turning and processing the information. "You gave my father the Minister of Magic position so that we would move here, so that you could train me."
"I gave your parents a reason to choose sides. You can ask any one of your parents if they ever believed in Dumbledore. Their answer will be no, Harry. When I realized you were the one the prophecy spoke of, your parents were neutral, they had yet to officially choose a side, but they have always believed in the Death Eater ideals. All four of your parents wanted to make a difference in this world, and I gave them the positions to make that change possible."
"And what am I? Your weapon? If you really believe that I am this powerful being, that is going to change history, why would you be willing to let me walk out of here right now, and choose the other side?" Harry's eyes turned hard, and his lips formed a straight line. Power radiated from his body as he stood directly opposite Lord Voldemort. Voldemort watched as Harry's clothing turned from light jeans and a T-shirt, into dark robes, the light in the room dimming, and the temperature dropped 15 degrees.
"If you are the powerful wizard the prophecy speaks of, nothing I say or do will change your mind about our world. Whether you were raised here or back on the Potter Estate, you would have made your choice. I believe in everything I work for. I believe in every decree your father and I have pushed through the Wizengamot, and by bringing you here, to live within my walls, and be trained and taught from a very young age, I have given you every tool in order to make your decision." Tom spoke with perfect clarity and strength. He did not fear Harry, at least not yet, not until the prophecy was completely fulfilled would he possibly be afraid of the wizard in front of him.
"You would let me walk out right now, and choose another path, without trying to stop me?" Harry asked.
"Yes."
It seemed as if time stood still as the two wizards stood their ground. Harry's eyes broke contact first, his eyes closing. The temperature of the room returned to normal, and Harry's clothing returned to their normal state.
"I don't know if you're telling me the truth, but that isn't the important part of this. The important thing is that I believe in what my parents have done over the last fifteen years, and I believe in your vision for the future." Harry paused, walking towards the window that overlooked the Castellum. He watched a young child play on a toy broom, while his father held onto the back. "I do however have a condition."
Tom chuckled lightly, "You wouldn't be you, if you didn't have something you wanted your own way."
"I want to know what is going on, on every front. You don't have to publicly make me anything specially as far as in the ranks, but I want to know our plans, I want to have full knowledge of Death Eater activities."
"As of your 16th birthday, you will be privy to any knowledge you wish." Tom answered, already having a plan for the initiation on Harry's birthday.
"That's fine. Is there anything else you wanted to discuss?"
"Sirius has expressed your want to become an animagus?" Voldemort questioned.
"Yes, both Draco and I thought it would be beneficial."
"I want you to work with Bella until your birthday, she will make sure you are fully prepared for your initiation. As long as you can keep up with those studies, I don't see any problem with you two becoming animagi."
"Thank you. May I be excused?" Harry asked, in a board tone.
"You may."
"Tom." Harry stated, bowing slightly before exiting the room.
Harry walked towards the back of the Manor towards the library. He wanted to find a few books on animagi to study up on, before Bella began his training regiment for the summer. Harry was half way there when pale hands came out of no where and pressed him against the wall. Before he could open his eyes a pair of lips pressed hard against his.
Harry grinned, recognizing the person in front of him, wrapping his arms around the thin scantily clad waist, he deepened the kiss. "Between you and Padfoot… Neither one of you can just say a simple 'hello."
Bellatrix Lestrange grinned, tipping her head to the side, and stroking a finger down Harry's cheek; "You've grown up pet…"
Harry smiled, noticing he was finally taller than Bella, "And you are as beautiful as ever." He spun them around, pressing Bella into the wall, and slipping his knee in-between her legs.
She giggled in a girlish yet scary manner. She gripped his upper arms, feeling the muscles bulge, as she ground herself down onto his leg. "I've missed my favorite student. You haven't found any cute girls to replace me have you?"
Bellatrix had gone a little crazy when Mad-Eye Moody had killed her husband and her brother-in-law. She had been responsible for teaching Harry and Draco attack and defensive spells for as long as Harry could remember. When Mad-Eye took her family away, she clung to Harry and Draco, making sure they knew every spell in the book and a few that weren't.
"Of course not Trix, you're the sexiest woman in my life." Harry breathed into her ear, kissing her neck and nibbling on her earlobe.
Bella moaned softly, "I've taught you well. I'm sure my nephew will appreciate it once you're allowed."
Harry grinned and stepped back, "Tom has approved for me and Draco to become Animagi. Come help me find some books to figure out how to do it?"
Bella smiled and jumped on Harry, wrapping her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck, "Only if you carry me there."
Harry laughed, cupping her ass and pulling her tighter to his body, "I can do that."
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