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Chapter 11: Red Head Revolt
Voldemort was walking in front of a group of three hundred people, ready to throw every single one of their family members away, their entire lives away, to serve him. Voldemort chuckled, remembering how many times that he had done this, all the people he had made his servants.
He overlooked the crowd again, and then stopped, on a speck of flaming red hair amongst the brown and black haired people.
"Weasley." He muttered to himself. He then chuckled, wondering what Arthur and Molly would think if they knew that one of their sons was turning against them.
"Weasley! Come here!" he barked, wanting to know the reason behind his betrayal.
"Yes, my master." Everything had changed about him since Lucius' ministry employee report to him last year. Too bad he had to be caught in the attack on the ministry Auror trainee camp last year, he would've loved to have seen this.
"You called, master?" the Weasley said, bending down to kiss the hem of Voldemort's robes.
"I wanted to know, why you are wanting to join me."
"Is there a bad thing about wanting to join you?" he replied, not looking into the eyes of Lord Voldemort.
"You make a good point, young Weasley. You make a very good point." Voldemort chuckled at Weasley's joke, "Are you willing to risk everything, in order to serve me?"
"Master, I am more than ready."
"Good, very good. Now get back in position" Voldemort said, and the Weasley left his side, "You will all receive the Dark Mark, an ancient and most prized seal of power that has ever been made. Created by the great Salazar Slytherin himself, he once had an army fit to take over the world. I am his heir, and am going to complete the noble work that he set out to do. Do you all wish to serve me?"
"Yes, master." they all replied in one large voice.
Voldemort aimed his wand high into the air, "Morsmordre agamma learmre!"
An orange light fell over the group of new Death Eaters. It disappeared a few seconds later, a dark mark freshly burnt onto each of their arms.
"Now, you have bound yourself to the blood of Salazar Slytherin, to the blood that flows through my veins. If you betray that royal blood line, this is what you will face." Voldemort aimed his wand above them again, "Mulrucio!"
The new Death Eaters fell to the ground, screaming in agony. Only one was left standing. Voldemort smiled, looking at the lone Death Eater. It was the Weasley. Voldemort wave his wand, and the screaming stopped. Everyone stood up, afraid of the man standing before them.
"You will walk five miles to the east, and receive your new robes, and your assignment for me. Weasley, you will come with me."
All of the Death Eaters started walking to their right, and the Weasley walked forward, toward Voldemort. He then bent down and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes, giving his thanks to the Dark Lord.
"Come with me." He said, motioning to a path deeper into the forest. They walked along the path for a couple miles where it opened up, and a circle was formed in the trees. Sixteen people were standing there.
"Four of our brothers and sisters are missing. Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, and Rabastan Lestrange are not with us here today. Why is that?"
"Because the pussies at the ministry wish to keep them locked up."
"Yes, young Weasley. You are going to be one of them. You're going to be in the inner circle. You are one of the most valuable assets that we have. You are very close to the Minister, are you not?"
"Yes, master."
"Very good. I want you to get us any information that any of our other spies cannot get. What is your title in the ministry?"
"Senior Undersecretary to the Minister, master."
"How did you get that title, after the Barty Crouch incident, and the Dolores Umbridge incident?"
"The Minister is too foolish. I had poisoned Crouch, but I didn't know that the poison that I used would counteract the Imperius that you had on him. And the Centaur attack that killed the bitch wasn't my fault, master."
"P-"
"Master, do not say his name. That Potter boy could be hearing in through your mind."
"Ah, yes. Thank you, Ames. I really, must remember that."
"You're welcome, sir."
"You, Weasley, should be getting a lot of things that would involve us, information from the spies we haven't rooted out yet, reports of our movements, anything of that sort. I want you, to get all of the information that you can, to us. Who the spies are, how to get close to any important ministry member."
"Yes, my master."
"Well, so now that matter is settled. Weasley, care for a drink?"
"Yes, master."
Voldemort grabbed a bottle of Ogden's FireWhiskey, and poured everybody a glass. The Weasley didn't get any, because the bottle was empty. Voldemort grabbed a new one, and poured the Weasley a glass.
"Drink up!" Voldemort said. Everyone put the glass to their lips and turned the bottom upwards. The Weasley suddenly went limp, feinting in his seat. The he sat up, his eyes opened, but they were glassed over.
"Now, why are you really wanting to become a Death Eater?"
"The dumbass minister Fudge wants me to spy for him, but after having the three worst jobs in the entire ministry, I want to take them down. This is the only way to do it."
Voldemort smiled. He knew the Weasley couldn't lie under the influence of the strongest Veritaserum created by Severus Snape. He pointed his wand at the Weasley and said, "Cleavenaria."
The Weasley returned to normal, and looked around at all of the people looking at him.
"What just happened?"
"You, Weasley, are an official Death Eater."
Harry Potter woke up in his bed, his scar searing in pain. He screamed, feeling like his head was being split in two. Hermione ran in there a few seconds later, in sheer worry.
"Harry! Harry, are you alright?"
She was running, her arms straight out. He immediately wrapped her into a tight hug.
"Harry, what happened?"
Harry stayed quiet for a moment, wondering if he should tell her what he had seen. That he had seen one of the Weasley's getting turned into a Death Eater.
"I- I saw," Harry couldn't speak, his mouth was too dry. He started to reach for the glass of water, when Hermione grabbed it and gave it to him. He took a quick drink, the moisture of the water refreshing his throat.
"I saw one of the Weasley's get initiated."
"Into what? The Order?"
"No, Voldemort's Inner Circle."
"You're kidding me."
"No, I'm not. I was surprised myself. I didn't think any of them, not even Percy would do that."
"I know. Look, go back to sleep. We'll ask Dumbledore tomorrow if he-"
"It's not one of the Order."
"How do you know?"
"He got interrogated by Veritaserum."
"What did he say?"
All of a sudden, a look of understanding crossed Harry's face. He listened to everything he heard over again, and came to one conclusion.
"Unless Ron has another person close to the minister that works for the ministry, I think that we have to consider the possibility, that the person that went to Voldemort's side, may be Percy."
"Why?"
"Because when Voldemort asked the man what his job was at the ministry, he replied that it was the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister."
"I don't know if that is Percy's job or not, he isn't speaking to the family anymore, and I don't know if they know what Percy's job is."
"Ron's dad probably knows, but I don't know if he told anyone."
"Look, Harry, go back to sleep, and we'll ask Ron in the morning, alright."
Harry nodded once, "alright. Thanks for the help."
"Anytime."
He kissed her on the cheek. She smiled through the darkness and walked out of the room. She closed the door, and rubbed the spot where he had kissed her. Her face flushed, remembering that small moment, and started walking back to her room.
Harry woke up the next morning, his mind still on what he had seen that night. Did Percy really want to help take down the ministry? Was he really this bitter about his job? Did he really hate his family that much?
He got out of bed, and started changing when Hermione bolted through the door. Harry dived back under the covers because of fact that he had nothing on the fact that he had nothing on.
"OH MY GOD!!" Hermione screamed, and ran out of the door. Harry's face was as red as a tomato. This, is not good. Not good at all. He got dressed as quickly as he could, and ran out of the door.
Hermione was walking down the stairs, towards the prefect common room, when she caught Ginny walking out of her Dormitory. Ginny saw her face was so red it could have blended into the wallpaper of the tower, and laughed.
"What are you so embarrassed about?"
"I just saw Harry naked."
Ginny could barely hold in her laughter.
"How big was he?"
"Ok, thank you. Now I will go to the bathroom and throw my breakfast from three weeks ago up."
"Ha ha. I was being serious."
"I didn't get a good look. Wish I did though."
Ginny put a hand over hand over her mouth, but it still wasn't enough to stifle the laughter coming from her. She finally gave up and collapsed on the stairs, against a wall. Hermione saw this and held her head in defeat.
"Why did I just say that, why did I have to say that, in front of you. You, of all people."
"Oh, come on. Everyone knows you love him."
"What? I haven't told anybody!"
Ginny's face widened in shock, and realized that she just confessed to being in love with Harry.
"You're joking!"
"What are you talking about?"
Ginny could barely hold it together. How could the smartest witch in our school not realize what she just did?
Hermione then realized something, "No one really knew, did they?"
"That you were in love with Harry, not really. They just thought that it was because you two were best friends. But now, the truth comes out."
"Ginny, you tell anyone, I swear, I'll kill you myself!"
"Don't worry. It's the woman's code. We don't tell a soul."
"Thank god."
"No problem. What, did you think I would tell somebody?"
"Considering you share more likenesses with Fred and George, yes."
Ginny laughed, "I save that for a select few people, my brother included in that list."
"Good. I'm very glad I'm not on that list."
"You should be."
Hermione looked at the girl oddly, "Never mind, I don't want to know." She started to walk down the stairs again, but Harry stopped her at the foot of them. Ginny saw this, and had to duck into a corner to make sure that they didn't hear her laughing.
"Harry, I'm sorry. I should've knocked first. I didn't mean to do that, but I had asked Ron about Percy's job, and I was in a hurry to tell you."
Harry nodded, and then gave the trademark Potter grin, "just knock next time alright."
Hermione smiled, "Of course I will."
Then they both heard a giggle coming from the corner. Harry turned to see Ginny, curled up in the corner, laughing her head off.
"What do you think is so funny, Ginny?"
She stood up, and started to walk out of the common room, "nothing, nothing at all." She disappeared behind the statue.
"Oooooooook. She has gone insane."
Hermione chuckled, "I agree."
Ron was sitting talking to Leah York about trying out for the Quidditch team, when notes dropped into their laps.
Meet me in the Room of Requirement at eleven o' clock.
Ginny
"Huh? Why?" Ron said, looking at Ginny spreading jam on her toast.
"Harry and Hermione."
"What's the matter with those two? They have a fight?"
Ginny grinned, "Depending on how look at it, better or worse than that."
"What do you mean?"
"I'll tell you tonight." she said, nodding her head towards the Harry and Hermione, who were walking into the Great Hall.
"Ohhh, I see now. I understand." said Leah, looking at the two walking toward the table.
"Ron, Ginny, we have some bad news for you."
"What happened?" Ginny asked.
"We think that Percy may have gone to work for Voldemort." Harry said, looking at her. Ginny's face looked shocked, and Ron just went back to eating his toast.
"Ron, don't you care about your brother?" Ginny asked him, indignantly.
"No, I don't. The minute he insulted our parents, was the day he wasn't my brother anymore."
"Ron, how could-"
"I say that? How can I not? How can you sit here, and say that I should have some sympathy for him?"
"Because he's your flesh and blood!" Hermione exclaimed, and then ran out of the hall.
"Hermione, wait!" Harry said, and chased off after her.
She continued to run off, not wanting to talk to Harry, or anyone for that matter. Harry barely grabbed onto her shoulders as she ran as fast as she could.
"Hermione! Talk to me! What is going on?"
Hermione sighed. Why can't I tell him? Why can't I tell him the truth about me?
"I'm not an only child."
"Why would that make you run off like you did?"
"My sister, would now be twenty-five, and I have only seen her once. When she was thirteen, her and my parents had a disagreement about something, and she ran away from the house.
I don't know a lot about what happened to her, but I know when I was about six, she sent me a letter containing a picture. I was able to look at the picture for a few minutes before my parents took it away from me, saying it was from a stranger trying to gain money from every outlet she could.
I just learned this summer that there are more witches in the family than I thought. My sister, and almost half of the Granger women are, including my mother, but none of the men. When my sister ran away, they completely disregarded her as some cheap whore that had no connection with the family."
Harry couldn't say anything. He just stood there, with tears in his eyes, looking at how her pain connected with that of the Weasley's. They wanted their son back so much, would they be willing to accept the change in him?
He held his arms out to Hermione, who had started to cry. She held on to him, burying her face into Harry's shoulder. Harry was rubbing her back, trying to calm her down.
"That's why I hated the Dursley's so much. Because they treated you like you were a piece of trash that needed to be beaten. Every time I would see you, you looked worse and worse. I hated knowing you were getting hurt so much there, and I wasn't able to do anything about it. I-" Hermione stopped herself, not wanting to say the next sentence, to fear that Harry might end everything that they had. She said it in her head though. I love you, Harry. I love you so much.
"You what, Hermione?"
She pulled back, looking into the eyes of the man she loved, wanting to kiss him senseless, wanting to ease all of his pains away.
"Nothing, I was rambling on. Don't worry about it."
Harry eyed her for a second, and then decided to drop it. He knew Hermione well enough to know that if she was going to tell him, she would tell him on her own accord. They pulled back from each other, and smiled.
Harry then did something he had ever done before, He put a hand on her cheek, and pulled her head closer, and kissed her on the forehead. Hermione closed her eyes, savoring this moment, for it may never happen again.
Ron came out a moment later, and told them that it was time for class.
Harry went to bed that night, trying to forget a very hard defense class, to block the pain that it had dealt to him. He went to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
(Everybody, the next part is pretty sick, but necessary to the plot. If you don't want to read it, skip all of this.)
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Voldemort sat in a newly remodeled building in Muggle London. He had killed all of the people in the building, and burned their bodies so no one would no that they weren't dead. He looked into a large mirror, trying to find something.
He heard footsteps coming from behind him. Two sets. Could it be that Miss Granger completed her mission already?
"Master, I have her." the twenty-five year-old said, "I have my aunt."
"Very good." Voldemort turned to face them, "You may go, Marian."
The girl walked off, leaving her aunt kneeling in front of Lord Voldemort. He then went over to a side wall, and pulled a sword out of the rack. He went back over to the woman. There was a binding over her mouth, preventing her from speaking. Voldemort spun the sword around a few times, and then cut off the binding, as well as cutting her lip in half. The woman screamed in pain.
"Oh be quiet, you pathetic wretch. You'd think a descendant of Morgana would be stronger than this.'
She quieted down a few minutes later, and looked into the fiery red eyes of the dark lord, "What do you want?"
"You know of what I seek. Your family is the descendent of one of four families who created a very powerful object. Each of the families guards a piece of a map, going to that object. Where is your piece?"
"I don't know what you are talking about!"
"Don't lie! You have better tell me now, before I use my best forms of coercion on you."
She spat at his feet, "Fuck you!"
All Voldemort did was smile, "That may come later. Ableton! Bring her to the table!"
Another Death Eater walked over and grabbed the woman by her feet. He dragged her into another room, and set her onto a table with many places to strap a person down. He then strapped her to the table, preventing her from moving in any direction.
"Now, I tried to get you to tell me voluntarily, but you didn't want to. Now, I must hurt you. By the end, you will be screaming out the location of the map."
Voldemort picked something off of the edge of the table. It was a very small knife, barely the size of her finger. He pressed the edge of the blade against her big toe.
"Now, are you going to tell me where your piece of the map is?"
"NO!"
She then felt the knife cut her on the toe. The pain was excruciating, near levels that were impossible to bear. He then moved the knife around the curve of the toe, going against the soft, cushion of the bottom of her feet.
Voldemort asked again, "Are you going to tell me where it is?"
"You've heard my answer!"
"That doesn't mean that it will be your answer for long." He then sliced length-wise, down the bottom of her big toe, listening and savoring the screams coming out of the woman's mouth.
Voldemort looked at the wound, seeing fresh blood trickling out of wound. He grabbed a small pale of white powder, and shoved her big toe into the pale. The screaming continued, as salt entered the cut, making the pain more unbearable.
"How about now? Where is the map?!"
"What makes you think that I am going to tell you?"
"This." The knife went straight through her big toe, right at the tip of it. She tried to move her foot, but the knife was sticking into the table, preventing anything from happening.
"Do you want to tell me where the map is? Or shall I continue?"
The woman moved her left hand so the tips were pointing at the dark lord. She then made a fist, and raised her middle finger.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. As you wish." He took another small knife and stabbed through her second toe, securing it to the table. He repeated the process three more times, until her entire left foot was held to the table by five little knives. Voldemort then pressed a dagger against her left Achilles tendon.
"Where is it?" Voldemort's cold voice was raised high above the loud screams of the Granger.
"You really want to know?"
"What do you think?"
"Well, too bad. I'm not going to tell you!"
Voldemort slid the dagger upward, slicing the tendon in two pieces. Her ear-splitting screams filled the chamber, nearly deafening Voldemort. He took the dagger and put it up against the other tendon.
"Now, tell me, where is the map?"
"I'll never tell you!"
"I wouldn't say 'never'." Voldemort said. He then cut the other tendon, preventing the woman from even standing. He then set the dagger down on a table, and picked an instrument off of the table that she couldn't see.
He placed the end of the instrument under the nail of the big toe on her left foot.
"Where is the map?" The woman stayed silent, except for the cries of pain she made from the air hitting her wounds, "Don't want to talk? Maybe this will help." Voldemort turned a knob on the instrument he was holding, and the woman felt pressure pulling up on her toenail.
"Well?" She remained silent as the pressure under her nail started to become painful. Voldemort chuckled, "As you wish." He turned the knob again, and she felt the toe nail rip out of her skin. It flew through the air, and landed inches from her head.
"You see what I can do to you? You see the pain I can cause?"
"You're no worse than a common criminal!" Voldemort shook his head.
"I am much more than that. And if you don't tell me where the map is, you'll find that out." Voldemort whispered into her ear.
"What can you do to hurt me? Hmm?"
"Granger!"
A lone death eater walked in, "Yes, master?"
"Bring him in."
"Yes, my lord."
She walked out of the room, only to return, carrying an old man that she recognized as her husband. He was knocked out cold, and had scars all over his body. The woman she once knew as her niece kicked him in the face, waking him up.
Slowly, his eyes opened, and looked around. He saw his niece, pointing a wand at him, his wife strapped down to a table with five knives sticking out of her left foot. He then saw a man he had only seen once before, in his other niece's textbook. The caption under it said, 'He who must not be named during his school days, known as Tom Riddle.'.
"Ah, Mr. Smith, how good of you to join us."
"What do you want?"
"Don't ask questions!" his niece barked.
"Thank you, Marian. Do it." She nodded.
"Crucio!" she said, her wand aimed at her uncle. He fell down, shrieking in pain, trying to move out of her aim, but was rooted to the spot. They both could hear the screams coming from the woman on the table.
"FINE! I'LL TELL YOU!!"
"Take the curse off!"
Marian lifted her wand, releasing the power of the curse from her uncle. He looked at his wife with extreme confusion, and then realization, remembering the secret that only she and him knew. The map to the temple of Green Flame.
Voldemort bent down low, whispering into her ear, "Where is it?"
She turned to her husband, who was lying on the floor. He looked back and shook his head, his eyes telling her not to say anything. That it was more important than anything else.
"No, don't tell him. Sarah, you can't. Don't-"
"SHUT UP!" Marian said.
"You will tell me, or you will watch your beloved husband suffer even more."
"I don't matt-"
Marian kicked him in his chest, sending him backwards. His head hit the stone floor, cracking it open. Blood trickled through his hair and down his neck. He looked up to see the man pointing his wand at Sarah.
"You will tell me."
She looked at him once more, seeing the pain, the torment coursing through his veins. He shook his head again, not wanting her to give up one of the most important secrets this world had to offer. She looked into his eyes again, to see the love that he had for her. That last look made her open her mouth.
"In a muggle town called Arrsburg. They have a library there that holds a few books on wizarding myths. No one checks it out because I put a charm on it so only a person with magical powers in their blood could touch it." she said, through tears that were streaming down her face.
"Is the map in the book?"
"The map is the book. It's the only one about wizards there, so it shouldn't be too hard to find. When you grab the book, it will transfigure itself into a clear plastic card. There are three in all."
"Master, are you sure she is telling the truth?" Marian questioned.
"I have asked myself that very same question, my dear. She is telling the truth though. I will have the Green Flame Torch, I will control this world."
Marian smiled her first real smile in a long time, "What should we do with these two pathetic pieces of trash?"
"Kill them both. We don't want to leave anything that could give us away alive."
"NO! Don't do it!"
"Shut up, you stupid bitch!" Voldemort then brought his left hand back, and hit her in the left side of her face with the back of his closed fist. Blood flowed from the newly created wound.
Marian aimed her wand at her uncle once more. He just looked at his wife one last time. His mind was racing with thoughts of helplessness and defeat. We've lost, there's no hope anymore, no hope for anyone.
He watched as her head came back around, and looked at him. She mouthed three words to him, words that they had been saying for years. He tried to move his mouth, but his vocal cords made them escape his lips.
"I love you too."
"Avada Kedavra."
The green light engulfed his body, entrapping his soul in a cold case of death. It only took a minute, and his body fell to the floor, as limp as a wet rag.
"NO!" Sarah started crying, she couldn't help letting the tears flow, letting the sobs escape, "Why? How could you do this?! That was your uncle!"
Marian smiled, "That's right, he WAS my uncle. Until my entire family betrayed me. Only one person wanted to help, wanted to know my pain. My sweet baby sister. How ironic, the only one who wanted to help me was the one who hurt me the most. Her very existence was what was giving me the pain that I felt, taking my own parents away from me. Well, I'll take her whole family away from her. Goodbye."
She walked over to the wall, and pulled a Chinese Long-sword off of the wall. Marian the swung the blade a few more times in a circle beside her, brought it upward, then down, through Sarah's neck, cutting off her head.
(Sick Part Over)
Harry Potter woke up, hundreds of miles away, from one of the worst things he had ever seen. He had never in his life, seen what he had seen Voldemort do to that woman. He got up from his bed, walked over to his bathroom, and emptied his stomach into the toilet, thinking about how horrifying it was.
He just kept throwing up, over and over again, trying to get the image out of his mind. The woman, lying there, with knives in her feet, unable to even stand. Her niece, killing her husband right in front of her, as cold as ice. Then killing her without the slightest bit of remorse.
He felt a hand rubbing his back while he was bent over the toilet. Harry stopped vomiting for a second, to see Hermione, standing over him, her arms around his back. He then turned to the toilet again, and lost yesterday's breakfast. It took another couple minutes, but he finally stopped throwing up, but he still stood there in case he had to do it again.
Harry stood up again, looking into Hermione's brown eyes. God they're beautiful. He thought to himself.
"Harry, what's wrong?"
He started to open his mouth, but remembered who the people were. He kept trying to choke out the words, but something in his heart prevented him from saying anything. He then remembered the sight of the woman, and bent down over the toilet, throwing up again.
"Harry, come on. It's alright." Hermione said. Yeah, it would be alright, since you didn't see what I saw. You'd hate me if I told you. He stood again, and looked her in the eyes, "It was just dinner, it didn't agree with me. I don't know why, though." He started to walk out of the bathroom, when he turned around and asked her a question.
"How do you know when I have a nightmare or something like that?"
She walked over to the wall that the long side of his four-poster bed was, and said, "My bed is right where yours is, on this same wall. Our rooms actually mirror each other, except for the color of the room."
Harry nodded, "Sorry for keeping you up every night."
She shook her head, "Don't worry about it. If only you knew what I would be doing at night in there." she said, mischievously, then she realized what she had said, and turned as red as a beet.
"I don't think I want to know, either. Good night."
"Night." And she walked out of the room. Harry went and went to lay back down, not being able to forget the image that he saw. I swear to you Hermione, their sacrifices will not be in vein. I will make sure that he pays for his crimes. You may not know of what happened, but I'll be there to help you through it.
He turned over, and fell asleep, not thinking anything else.
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Alright! Sup y'all! A couple of shout outs here that I need to give out:
Ryoko Blue- This person is a genius! She is the one who let me use the idea of the torture scene in this chapter, and has created many stories of high quality, including Soul Scepter, Amulet of Torna, One Hot Summer, and two others that I can't remember at the moment! Seriously though, she is an amazing writer with a lot of talent. Check out her stories on Portkey.org!