Untold Harry and Voldemort
Chapter 2
Voldemort led Harry to the dining room. Harry looked around and noticed they were alone.
"So, where are your Death Eaters?" Harry asked.
"Home, where they belong. Were you under the impression they lived with me?" Voldemort asked.
"No, I just assumed…" Harry answered.
"Never mind. Come sit down with me," said Voldemort, as he took his seat at the head of the table.
"Come here!" Voldemort said, as he noticed that Harry was still standing there giving him the death glare, "You will do as I tell you, my little Horcrux. If not, I will make this very uneasy for you," said the Dark Lord.
"You've already made things very uneasy for me. I'm living with a family that hates me, and I've almost died several times," Harry responded.
Voldemort took out his wand and muttered a spell, "Silencia!" The spell silenced Harry.
His cloak came to life and grabbed Harry, and pulled the boy close to Voldemort.
"Now listen, my little Horcrux. I will not listen to you complain about your unfair life…This is my house and I hold the cards. Do you understand?" Voldemort said.
Harry nodded and Voldemort lifted the spell and let go of Harry.
"Now, then. If you will sit down…"Voldemort gestured to the seat next to him.
Harry sat down and the food appeared.
"I think we need to discuss future schooling for you. From what I saw today at the graveyard, Hogwarts left a lot to be desired. I have decided to start homeschooling you," Voldemort told Harry.
Harry stopped eating when Voldemort said these things, "What? No! you can't just keep me locked up here forever! "
Voldemort had to laugh, "It amuses me that you think I can't. Have you forgotten who I am, Harry?"
"Of course I haven't forgotten! You killed my mom and dad! Now you expect me to stay here with you?" Harry exclaimed.
"If I remember right, I gave your mother a choice. It wasn't my fault she cared more about you than about herself, "Voldemort said, coolly.
"She did save my life. That wasn't a choice," said Harry.
"Of course it was…the Light side is weak, and yet you still continue to fight for them…and for what? To go home to muggles who don't even love you?" Voldemort said.
"What do you care? You don't love me, either. I figure the Dark Lord would love to see me tormented," said Harry.
Voldemort put one pale, spidery hand on Harry's shoulder, "I care about things that belong to me, and you are something that does."
Harry was angry that Voldemort only thought of him as a possession. He wasn't going to stand for that.
"That's why I'm here? Because I'm your Horcrux?" Harry shouted, "If that's all I will be to you, then know this: I will always hate you!"
Nagini slithered over to Voldemort and climbed up beside his chair and hissed, "I don't like the way he talks to you, Master."
"I know, my pet, but let me handle it," Voldemort said, and he turned back to Harry.
"Well, like it or not, I suggest you begin to get used to the idea," Voldemort told Harry.
"Well, since I am done eating, can I at least leave the table?" Harry asked, sarcastically.
"Yes, you can, but watch it with the sarcasm," Voldemort said.
As Harry left, Voldemort said to himself, "Well, my little Horcrux…things are about to get interesting…"