This is a fictional story that was written for entertainment purposes. I do not take claim over any of the characters in this story and give all credit to Just Kidding Rolling for all story plots and character designs. The rating on this story is started at rating T but there will be points where it will be rated M, Read at your own risks knowing you chose to read it; those points will not be marked M unless it is of certain standard that may need to be, (sewerslides, moida, etc) Don't forget to R&R.
Falling with a muffled thump, Harry was the first of the three to gain awareness. He sat up slowly, his ribs aching as the past injuries were re-aggravated before reaching for his wand only to remember the heart wrenching snap sound it had given out when the woman stepped on it. He flinched at the memory and sighed pulling his empty hand out of his pocket wondering when he'd be able to buy a new wand and if now. Standing and dusting himself off he looked around the darkroom attempting to make out forms. He could see the fallen forms of Draco and Blaize and a standing form not too far away.
He vaguely saw light appear from the form and made out the disgruntled face of Professor Snape, so that's where he went, waving his wand in their direction, sending small glowing orbs in their direction to light up their location. They were separated by a couch followed by an old wooden stool which appeared to be the stranger of the two but with both seeming too clean and out of place in their current predicament.
"Potter. Why should I even be surprised? Where is this that you have taken us? You seem to be the centre of all issues and planning so what have you planned Potter, what is it that you have schemed up that couldn't seem to wait until a reasonable hour? " Harry was baffled at the idea of being the one who brought them there when he himself was brought there without his knowing nor consent. As Blaize pulled Draco to his feet Harry took the moment to acknowledge the professor's accusations.
"Me?! I didn't take us anywhere, I don't even know where we are! " Snape glared at Harry and Harry glared right back "Where even are we? " Looking around he could make out the sights of a circle of couches and chairs around some tea tables in front of a firepit and a large plasma television.
"Well, Mr. Potter, If you happened to use your eyes for once, You might be able to see that we are in what appears to be a living room. " Harry, Once again, glared at the professor's snarkiness and crossed his arms scoffed, his anger spiking gently higher yet not enough to be a dangerous level.
"I can see that much I meant where exactly are we because it's quite obvious that this is no longer Leaky Cauldron anymore. " Huffing and clenching his fists when he received an annoyed "Quite obviously " in response. He took a deep breath and turned his back to the man barely able to stand the assertively aggravating tone that the man seemed to constantly have when talking. He looked around for a light switch on any of the walls. He made his way to the wall feeling around until his fingers found the familiar blocky shape of the light switch. Flicking it up his eyes blinked as the brightness seemed to illuminate things in the room he couldn't see properly firstly being the room's design. The room consisted of pale white walls which would have looked nice with the reddened mahogany flooring if not for the circular fluorescent green carpet centred underneath the chairs and tables.
"Dear Merlin, that has to be a crime somewhere if not everywhere. Whoever made this room clearly must be colour blind. " Draco snarked and Harry let out a soft laugh as he saw the boy's face scrunch up at the colour scheme. He shook his head and looked into the room more. Besides the clear clashing of colours with the carpet and flooring the room looked decent. Sure whoever put the room together obviously didn't know what colours go with what as there was a large long lavender sofa that curved around the pale green wooden desk in the middle of the room. Along with the odd coloured sofa was a cushioned black chair, the couch he stood behind which seemed to also be purple but of a completely different shade and tone and the small, chipped paint white stool. On the other side of the room was a circular, thankfully brown, table with exactly nine chairs surrounding it.
While looking around the room Harry felt as though an energy was pulling at his entire body attempting to move him somewhere. He stumbled and dug his hands into the couch cushion in front of him to keep from falling over. When it passed he felt vaguely dizzy as though someone had shaken him rather forcefully. He looked up to see what had caused the feeling and his heart nearly stopped. His vision tunnelled as the familiar itching in his scar seemed to awaken and he forced himself to step back as his breathing hitched.
Along the front of the table, near the couches, he could see Tom Riddle's familiar form, but it seemed odd to him. As opposed to the snake appearance he had witnessed last time, he looked much older as if he had aged normally. Stepping back again, Harry's shoe bumped into one of the dining room's closest chairs, drawing attention to himself. A contrast could be seen between Riddle's jet black hair and the bright red eyes that stared at him now that he had become still. At Harry's trembling arms holding the chair behind him, his laugh seemed to stir from his breath. He cackled as he watched the normally calm face of Harry Potter grow panicked.
"Do my eyes deceive me? It appears to be none other than Harry Potter, standing before me." Harry's hand fell to his wand pocket only to grab onto the two broken pieces held within, making him swallow dryly and yet panickingly reach behind him grabbing and holding one of the steak knives.
"Don't come closer.. I'll- " Riddle was quick in moving over, if not almost through, the bean bag that lay on the floor in a pitiful attempt to separate the two in distance as within a second the man had grabbed Harry by the collar and the knife he was holding fell to the floor as the lord's wand pushed sharply into Harry's neck, not far from where he was bitten.
"I have rather strong doubts that you are within any stance to order me around Potter. Quite a shame you couldn't learn where you stand in the world but I can assure you, you'll know where you stand once I bring an end to you. " Harry couldn't stop the distressed whimper that escaped his closed lips as his head felt like a thunderstorm in close proximity. A single slow trail of blood leaked from his scar down his cheek.
"My Lord." Snape, of course it'd be Snape, called out to the Dark Lord who seemed to, momentarily, turn his attention away from Harry if not only to address the potion master.
"Ah, Severus, my ever so loyal follower. You must have put this together, put me and Potter in the same setting so I might. Finish my original goals. Though I must say.. Your location is rather. Strange " His eyes flickered around the room before landing back on Harry who now had a look of anger in his eyes. He wouldn't put it behind Snape to do something treacherous such as this.
"I'm afraid to say my Lord, this wasn't my doing. I assure you that if I were to arrange such a meeting it wouldn't be in a place such as- " Before he could finish his sentence Harry stumbled with the rest of the room's attendance as twice a strong pull occurred. Riddle let go of Harry's shirt startled as he himself tried to gather balance and Draco and Blaize took that moment to pull Harry away from the madman and hold their wands in defence of their friend. Harry looked up and caught sight of Neville Longbottom standing next to a dazed looking Luna Lovegood and the identical confused yet intrigued faces of Fred and George Weasely. Fred was the first to spot the cluster of people on the other side of the room and drew his wand pointing it towards Voldemort with George following his lead not long after.
Neville looked anxious as he stood there in his sleep clothes while Luna appeared to be fully dressed. Fred and George's clothes were similar in their stained tattered clothes with all too many pockets. Luna seemed to gather herself and soon lifted her hand, pointing it towards the centre of the room as though anticipating another presence. Neville looked back and forth between his two friends and the one on the other side of the room before stuttering out of his confusion.
"Wait.. why are you guys.. Harry's over there why.. " Fred spoke in answer as he pushed Neville closer behind him.
"Based on what our sister said two years ago... That's none other than Tom Marvolo Riddle." George connected his sentence seamlessly.
"Which means we are in the room of none other than the Dark Lord Voldemort." Neville seemed to pale dramatically at the revelation and stepped back behind a chair, his wand coming to his hand as well though trembling in his palm.
Suddenly another drastic pull seemed to draw their attention to the centre of the room behind the table but in front of the couch, right where Luna happened to be pointing. Harry, who had his hands clinging to Blaizes and Dracos shirt sleeves, shook as his face grew green from the motion again.
"I swear whoever that is better be the last one I'm gonna get sick of all this pulling. " Opening his eyes he looked up and gawked as the all too familiar twinkling blue eyes behind half rim glasses looked over the room before finally landing on the enraged looking Voldemort.
"Hello Tom, it's been a while hasn't it? " Harry felt his blood boil as he looked at the all too happy Dumbledore and mumbled under his breath.
"Oh, I'm going to kill him."
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