Title: Voldemort's Mistake

Rating: T

Summary: Harry finds out that Snape is his father before the third task of the Triwizard Tournament. Shortly after that he's bitten by Remus, who's visiting. This one event will prove to be Voldemort's mistake. Based on Tia Evans's Werewolf Challenge on Potions and Snitches! Harry/Hermione pairing!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling's Harry Potter characters and I'm making nothing from this.

Chapter Eight

Italy was filled with tourists when Severus and Harry arrived. Harry shook a bit from the month's transformation but nothing that a couple of days wouldn't cure. They went past places that must have looked grand a couple thousands of years ago but looked sad.

"The Prince family owned a small villa here," his father told him. "When I recognized you as my heir the villa was open to me."

"I hope there's food," Harry said.

"I'm sure that we can find some," his father assured him.

The villa was right up against the sea and Harry breathed in the sea air. It had taken a cab to get there and Harry was amazed that his father could get around without any problems. Of course he was a half-blood so that might make the difference. The villa was pretty fancy, something that his Aunt Petunia would have been jealous about.

"We're in a muggle part of town," his father warned, "So that means no magic."

"Yes, sir," Harry said.

Harry found his bedroom and his father unloaded everything. The water and power had been turned on and Harry wondered if Dumbledore had a hand in that. The only downside was that there was no food. So they took another cab to an open air market that opened during the summer.

"Tomorrow I'm going to take you to a place that my mum told me about."

"Sure," Harry said.

Everyone at the market was nice, even if Harry couldn't understand anything that they were saying. However his father was able to communicate with them and soon they were both groaning under the weight of bags of food. When they got back home Harry helped to put them away.

"Let's have lunch and then you can get started on your work," he said.

"Yes, sir," Harry said and they took out a bag that had some food that his father insisted that they buy.

Harry had never had a Gyro before, even though his father told him that they were good. The man had insisted on giving them plenty of meat, which had made Harry's mouth water when he smelled it. Taking his first bite he almost moaned. This stuff was really good. He took a quick look at his dad and saw a small grin on his face. If Ron saw it right now he would have died of shock.

"Are you going to write to your friend, Weasley?" his father asked when they were done.

"Yes," Harry said.

"Good," his father told him, "It's good to keep in contact."

Back in his room he took out a sheet of parchment and dug out his quill and ink. He thought over what he was going to say and then wrote:

Ron,

Sorry about not writing but I've been busy with dad. I heard that something happened at the castle, though I don't know what happened. If your dad could tell you, then write to me, that would be great. See you next term.

Harry

He then handed it to his father's owl, which flew away.

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"Hay, dad, did you hear what happened at Malfoy Manor," Ron said to his father, glee in his eyes.

"Yes and take that look off your face," his father said. "As much as we don't like the Malfoy's no one deserves that happening to them."

"Well they look down on us."

"Still doesn't mean that I approve of it," he said to his wife.

"But, dad."

"Don't 'but dad' me," his father scolded.

The fire roared to life and Professor McGonagall appeared. She looked rattled and sat down, allowing Mrs. Weasley to hand her some tea.

"Thanks," she said.

"What's wrong, Minerva?" Mrs. Weasley asked her.

"The Ministry placed a trace on Tom Riddle, which tells us that he did in-fact attack Malfoy Manor. We don't know where he's at."

"But how can a trace detect that he attacked," Ron asked.

"When he Apparated," McGonagall told him. "The trace activated and the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures went out. That's how they found out that it had been Tom that had attacked Mrs. Malfoy and her son. Broke the window, bit the son, and used that to attract the mother. She tried to kill him but he bit her before that happened. The only thing that she was able to do was slash him. If it's a deep cut then he'll have to get healed. And not many will heal a werewolf."

"So he could be anywhere."

"Afraid so," she said.

"He's worst than Greyback," Mrs. Weasley pointed out.

"That I will agree with," she said.

"So what's the plan?" Mr. Weasley asked her.

"No plan," McGonagall said. "Of course Tom is being predictable. He's going after the families of his supporters for abandoning him. Until he has attacked each one of them then we know what he's going to do."

"Do you think that he's trying to form a pack?"

"Most likely," she said, "But it's not going to work. With the amount of hate that they most likely feel for him he won't be able to form one."

"Let's hope that your correct, Minerva," Mr. Weasley said.

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Dumbledore entered St. Mungo to find out how Narcissa and her son were doing. The healer told him what he feared. Draco had gotten a bad fever and they were working to bring it down.

"His mother is doing better but we can't release her until next week."

"I understand," Dumbledore said, shaking his head.

"I'll tell her that you're here," she said and he waited.

When he entered he found Narcissa reading a book. Even though she looked fine Dumbledore knew that she wasn't. When she saw who was there she burst into tears.

"It's alright," he said.

"No, it's not," she sobbed. "I couldn't protect my own son."

"Narcissa, you're both alive," he said. "Even though you're both going to have troubles things will work out in the end."

"You were-."

"Narcissa, your husband has agreed to help us defeat Tom Riddle. He said that the cup is inside your sister's vault."

"And you want me to collect it."

"Only a member of the Black family can go in there," he told her.

"I'll do it," she said at once, "Anything to get back at that monster for what he did."

"Thank you," he said. "I heard that Draco has a fever."

"The healers said that its part of the infection," she said, "My son is hurt and I can't do anything to help him."

"Narcissa, I can't tell you anything that will make the pain go away but once he's gone then I'll work to ensure that the Ministry doesn't do anything to you or Draco."

She nodded but said nothing.

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A/N: I must warn that some chapters will be shorter but they will always be over a thousand words.