Harry Potter and the Hostility of Hospitality Chapter 5
It was dark. The street lamps were dim, feebly illuminating the scene before them. Several men in dark cloaks were circled around the gap between two houses. They were quietly chanting a continuos mantra, and slightly in front of them stood a tall man, wearing a dashing, blood red cape. He was smiling and his eyes, red as that of a flame, indicated how dangerous he really was.
Suddenly, with seemingly no provocation, he also began to chant. His voice rose louder than his fellows and pierced the night air unnaturally. He did not repeat himself, but finished, and stood, waiting.
Out of nowhere, a house seemed to grow out of the ground ,pushing the nearby houses away. It was old, decrepit and seemed to be about to fall in on itself.
The tall man gracefully stepped to the door, then knocked twice.
No one answered.
The man sighed and said, "No manners... the filth." He then proceeded to blow the door of it's hinges. From inside, suddenly screeches could be heard, with words like blood traitors and mudbloods. The man walked calmly into the house and a few seconds later, the scream ended abruptly, in a gout of flame. When the flame dissipated, there was a smoldering portrait resting in the street. It was quiet again for a few more seconds, then the night erupted in nights and yells and screams. Latin was flung about like mud in a mud-wrestling match and the other men quickly filed in after their leader.
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Calmly, Voldemort opened the door to the room. He stepped in. There was his prey. The man was still staring at the window.
"Harry Potter, I finally have you. What say we finish this sordid series of events once and for all? Oh wait, you never talk, I forgot-"
The figure whirled with superhuman speed, and crouched. His arms darted to his leg and began moving intricately. The simulacrum opened it's mouth wide, and a voice came out.
"Ah, my good friend Tom Riddle. How nice it is to see you. Terribly sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to wait a second, as I'm busy at the moment, however, if you could come back later..."
Voldemort had drawn back at the first movement, and was thoroughly confused now. When he became confused however, he always had a solution ready.
"Avada Kedavra!" He yelled confidently. The green light shot out, hit the man in front of him in the right leg, and it exploded. However, before the light had hit, the left leg had opened up, and the figure had extracted a piece of blue string.
The foot exploded, blasting fragments in every direction. One flew right at Voldemort's face, and barely missed, gouging a cut into the area just above his left ear. The simulacrum on the ground leaped forward, clutching Voldemort's arm.
"I thought not, fine then, come into my office." the voice from the simulacrum said, and at the word 'office' the two were whisked away in a howling of wind. Soon after they disappeared, several people barged in through the door, ready to fight to the death. They did not however expect for their to be nothing there
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Harry Potter strode down the corridor, stepped into the circular room and waited. The door behind him closed, and the room's walls whirled around in a confusing spiral, finally coming to a rest. Harry, purposely walked to one door, took out a card and placed it against the surface.
The card turned green after a second, and the door's lock clicked open. The man opened the portal, and stepped through, closing it behind. He found himself in a room slightly larger than the size of an office cubicle. There the opposite end, there was a clear door. Behind it, there stood a man, dressed in rich, red finery, with a figure attached to it's arm. The tall man was trying valiantly to shake off the human-life figure, but to no avail. He raised his wand and mouthed something, but a puff of color was all the erupted from the tip of the wand, and was quickly drawn towards the walls.
Harry sat down in a chair, and watched for about a minute. Then, he pressed a button on the wall, and said in a loud clear voice, "What do you think of my office, Tom?"
The figure in the cell paused, then turned and looked around until Harry pressed another button, which made the glass see through from the inside and allowed sound to escape.
Voldemort turned his piercing, murderous gaze to the man who had foiled him at every attempt since that fateful night.
"You..."
Harry smiled brightly and said, "Yes, me. And before you try anything stupid, you won't find a way out of this cell. It drains all magic off into it's wards. If you could somehow muster enough energy to cast a spell destructive enough to do physical damage, it would repair itself instantaneously. You should be proud, this cell has been in construction for over 30 years, and you get to be the first occupant."
Harry paused, and then with a calculated look of surprise, said, "Oh, that reminds me."
Harry took out his odd metal wand and started a chant, and finished it in about 10 seconds, ignoring Voldemort's angry ranting.
"Done. Wanna know what that was?" he asked patronizingly.
"That was a modified Fidelius Charm. Guess who knows where you are now? Or better yet, that you ever even existed."
Voldemort seemed lost, and kept wandering around, bumping into walls. "Who am I?, Where am I?" He asked, confused.
Harry chortled and spoke again, "Well, that worked even better than I had expected. Now no one will ever remember you, any of your names, what you have done or where you are now. Checkmate, Voldieshorts, Checkmate."
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A/N . This is it for Harry Potter and the Hostility of Hospitality. I have a few pages of writing that would accompany this story well, that I might upload sometime, but for now, we'll leave it at that. Hope you enjoyed it, I know it's not the best, but it might be a good 15 minute read that was interesting. Check back later for more goodies.