Compulsion | Harry Potter and Voldemort Mpreg |

Compulsion {Chapter 4}

Harry sat at the table where all the Death Eaters were gathering. He didn't know why he was going to listen. It'll all be the same. Mudbloods are horrible. Muggles should die. It's all the same. Harry sighed. Who knows anymore? His views on Dumbledore have been turned upside down, why not these too. He watched as the Death Eaters settled in and Voldemort sit down. Harry was the first one in and the last one out.

"Now, as you can see, out guest Potter has decided to join our meeting today." Voldemort said, glaring at his followers, daring them to comment. No one did.

Sitting in and actually listening to the meeting, it was surprising to say the least. Defiantly not what he was expecting. Then again, all he knew what Dumbledore had told him and what was printed in the Daily Prophet. Which printed what Dumbledore wanted, so he wasn't the best informed person. Yes, some of their ideas and laws included killing, but a few were good. A few. The things for creatures were the best. The Light wouldn't have changed the laws, just make them harsher should the War end. Their views on muggles and muggleborns could use some changing. Harry snorted when this was brought up.

"What Potter? You think you have a better idea for those mudbloods?" A sneering voice asked from down the table.

"First, stop calling them mudbloods. Second, you don't have to kill them or lock them up. Make the muggleborns choose. They either give up their muggle heritage and accept the magical or give up the magical. They'll be Oblivated and have their magic bound. The parents sign a Vow of Secrecy and the student too. No killing and we can stay the same."

A scoff. "Fine then, but what about the muggles? Why not just kill the muggles then, they're inferior."

"You're an idiot. Inferior they may be, but they have more people and more fire power then we do. Things that can kill us all in seconds before we can even utter a single curse. You truly think you can go after all of them?" Harry glared at the Death Eaters. "None of you would last a minute against a muggle."

"Lies!"

Standing fast to knock the chair back, the teen snarled at the man who made the comment. "Fine! Go after the muggles! But when you all die, I'll sit there and laugh on your grave!"

Voldemort grabbed Harry's shoulder and forced him to sit. "Now, all you stand down." After sending a Crucio at the man he sat. "No more interruptions. The boy has a point, as much as I hate to admit it, the muggles do have more in the ways of fighting. We'd have to be prepared."

Harry crossed his arms with a snort. "You can't prepare. I'm telling you its suicide to go after them. It is better to hide and up our numbers then go and destroy us all over some petty hatred."

Almost all the Death Eaters stood and started shouting. Voldemort stood and sent Crucio one after another till everyone was shaking and sitting once again. "Now, I told you no more interruptions! Next one will not like the outcome. I'm being generous as it is!" His voice boomed through the room.

After that Harry sat back and continued to listen to the meeting. By the time it was done, he was more the surprised. They're bigoted and ignorant but he understood them more. Didn't agree with most of the ideas, but it was Voldemort who made the decisions. He still didn't know all his views. Harry glanced at Voldemort who still sat in his seat, fingers linked with his chin resting on them.

"So, what did you think?" He asked.

Harry shrugged. "Not as horrible as I thought. Still not changing for you though." He added with a grin. It had made him think a little more seriously though.

Voldemort chuckled with a smirk. "You will Harry. You will. I can see it in your eyes. Your thoughts, they're changing. You're becoming darker by the day. The curses are getting darker and you like it. The way it feels. The power, you love it. I can see it. You'll join me by the end of the week. I know it." He stood and grinned. "No question today. Just compare you Light with the Dark. Who do you think really is the evil side?" With that, he patted and ran his hand through Harry's hair and walked out.

Harry sat and watched him walk away. Denial shot through him something fierce. No. He wouldn't, but it was so tempting. The man, as much as he wanted to deny it, was right. The power was he felt when he cast the Dark magic was great. The rush he got was thrilling. Much more than any Light magic he had ever cast.

Voldemort was right. He was changing but dammit it felt right.

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"I need you to brew something for me."

"What is you want, My Lord?"

"A compulsion potion. Mild."

"May I ask what for, My Lord?"

"Potter, I will get him to switch sides. He just needs a push. Can you make it?"

"I can, as you wish My Lord."