Chapter 5


Harry woke up feeling extremely warm. He snuggled deeper into the covers to savour the warmth until he remembered everything that had happened. He was supposed to be in a cell with Ollivander. How had he gotten here? Harry sat up a bit too fast and burst out in a fit of coughing. He covered his mouth with his hands, jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom sink where he coughed out the blood.

Harry stared at the crimson blood blankly and wiped his mouth clean. He opened the tap and splashed some water over his face. He had to get away from Voldemort. He couldn't just die at Voldemort's hands. Harry stepped out of the washroom and found Narcissa Malfoy standing in the doorway. He looked at her and spoke,

"So, what do you want?"

Narcissa Malfoy ignored his question and spoke,

"The Dark Lord is expecting you for dinner."

Harry shook his head and laughed,

"He expects me to have dinner with him?"

Narcissa Malfoy turned her back to him and walked away. Harry couldn't help but follow her. She led him through a labyrinth of corridors until they reached a large dining hall. Narcissa Malfoy entered the hall and took her place between her husband and son. Harry stood in the doorway and just felt awkward. He was about to walk away when Voldemort's cold voice rang through the hall,

"Come and sit down, Potter. There is nowhere for you to go anyway."

Harry entered the hall and was about to sit down on the farthest chair from Voldemort when the man spoke again,

"There is a perfectly good chair vacant next to me, Potter."

Harry felt his scar twinge as a warning and he knew that he didn't want it to burn up with that agonizing pain again. He dropped into the chair next to Voldemort and stared emptily in his lap.

Voldemort sat back in his chair and observed Harry. The boy looked less pale but he was still weak. He waved his wand and food appeared in front of everyone. Harry looked at the plate that had appeared in front of him and heard his stomach grumble. He was just about to pick up his knife and fork when he remembered Ollivander and asked Voldemort,

"Are you still giving Ollivander that sorry excuse for a meal?"

Lucius Malfoy rose to his feet, pointed his wand towards Harry and spoke,

"How dare you disrespect the Dark Lord like that?"

Voldemort chucked softly and spoke,

"Sit down, Lucius. I assure you that Ollivander is having the same meal that you're having."

Harry didn't really trust Voldemort but he nodded his head. He picked up his knife and fork and began eating. He realized that he had been starving because he had a clean plate in minutes.

Voldemort observed how Harry had wolfed down the food in minutes. The boy must have been starving. He waved his wand and more food appeared on Harry's plate.

Harry ate the food on his plate with renewed vigour and finally felt satiated. It felt nice to be have a proper meal after so many months. He hadn't been eating properly ever since Sirius had passed away.

Harry wiped his face with the napkin and was about to get up when Voldemort spoke,

"We have much to discuss, Potter."

Voldemort dismissed the Malfoys. Harry sat up straighter and crossed his arms over his chest,

"If you're going to tell me that you killed the Dursleys then save your breath. I already saw you murder them."

Voldemort tilted his head and regarded Harry with amusement,

"You do not seem to be as sentimental about it as you were when your godfather passed away."

Harry slammed his fist on the table,

"You have no right to talk about my godfather. Besides you only kill the people who are weak. Why don't you kill Bellatrix?"

Voldemort rose to his feet and drew closer to Harry. He was about to grip Harry by his jaw when Harry rose to his feet as well and stepped back,

"I'm not scared of you. I'm never going to be scared of you."

Harry felt his scar burst up with the pain and he clutched his head tightly as a cry escaped his lips. He stepped back until he felt the wall against his back. Harry managed to get the words out, despite the excruciating pain his scar,

"That's all you can do. You can torture me. You can cause me agonizing pain but I'm not going to be afraid of you. I don't have anything to lose."

Voldemort grabbed Harry by his jaw. The pain vanished and Harry met Voldemort's crimson gaze,

"What are you hiding?"

Harry felt a humourless chuckle escape his lips,

"You can't find out, can you? That's why you went to the Dursleys in the first place."

Voldemort was about to strike Harry across the face when he stopped and instead caressed Harry's cheek,

"Were you really attacked by death eaters, Potter?"

Harry looked into Voldemort's eyes and tried to evaluate if he was supposed to answer that question,

"You ordered them to and they just followed your orders."

Voldemort laughed coldly and patted Harry on the cheek,

"I did not send them, Potter."

Voldemort waved his wand and Harry saw a piece of parchment appear in his hand. Harry looked at it with puzzlement. Voldemort spoke,

"According to the Ministry of Magic you clearly violated the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery and they have decided to expel you from Hogwarts."

Harry snatched the letter from Voldemort and read it. He tore it into small pieces and tossed them away,

"It doesn't matter anymore. I wasn't planning to attend Hogwarts this year, anyway."

Voldemort seemed to be amused by the reply. He stepped back from Harry, regarded him and spoke,

"What were you planning to do?"

Harry shook his head and looked down at his feet. The answer to Voldemort's question rang in his brain and he didn't know when it came to his tongue and escaped his lips,


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