Serpent Queen (discontinued)

17

    "My Lord, Draco has captured Potter and is bringing him here right now," Mr. Malfoy said as he bowed to the Dark Lord, who smirked as he told him to place Potter into the dungeons. With this, Malfoy left the Dark Lord in his room, who looked down at his desk with the paper that held the potion he needed for his transformation. Right now, he was in the body of one Quirinus Quirrell. A man he had found wandering around the wizard world, an individual who was more than glad to be important to something. Even if it meant his life, which he gave willingly to the Dark Lord's pleasure.

    Going in-and-out of consciousness, the trio was led to a dark and musky room with stone-brick walls with iron-bars. The floors were dirty with dry blood and dirt, only one of the three was scared as he, being the youngest, didn't know the plan. We did it. We're in the actual place. As it seems, we're in Malfoy Manor, if the boundary says much, we might be able to break out of here easily. Somewhat easily. What are we doing here? I want to go back home. James did know the plan was to infiltrate the base of the Dark Lord and try to talk for a 'peace treaty.' Which they hope will work since the closeness of the room was starting to bother all of them, a not-so-good sign.

Right now their shared body was tied to a chair, inside one the many cells in the dungeon, with Bellitrix LeStrange in front of them. On the other side of the cell, said women was watching them behind the iron bars, with a giddy smile that radiated craziness. Immediately after seeing the boy open his eyes, she jumped up and appareated to the Dark Lord's office. "My Lord, he is awake," the Dark Lord leaned back, "Good, send him here."

    Harry was dragged into the dark room, covering the man's features as the only known items in the room was a giant oak desk, one guest chair (which is where Harry is now sitting), and an adjacent door on the left side. Behind the Dark Lord was a covered window, as the blinds reached from the top of the roof to the floor. Draining out all the light. So far, the room was a simple office, one you would find in any kind of mansion. "Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived and first known wizard to have survive the Killing Curse. But to have also defeated the 'Dark Lord' as a baby. Very impressive for a new-born. Although, I was older and far more experienced in the Dark Arts and basic magic to know that it wasn't the baby who deflected my spell. Indeed, it would have been impressive, but it wasn't you, except it was your dear mother. Who was smart enough to place a simple shield around you, with that little blanket you were wearing."

    Inside, Harry and Diane were listening to this information as they knew what he was suggesting. They aren't powerful enough to kill or destroy him completely, and that them living was only a fluke, an unexpected problem in the scheme of a much bigger plan. But instead of panicking, like James, who was trying to understand the situation at hand, Harry came up with a plan. "I see what your saying," the Dark Lord walked around the desk, "and I see why you would be mad," he stands to the side of them. "And I would like to propose a deal," he listen in carefully, raising an eyebrow, "W- I don't bother you and whatever scheme you have planned for the Wizarding World, I won't interfere. As long as you also leave me alone. Perhaps, we could help each other, if you agree to these terms."

The Dark Lord stood there, thinking as he registers the deal that was laid out. He didn't expect such an outcome, nor the calm look on the one who was destined to defeat him. Although, I could use this to my advantage. The Golden Boy, helping the Dark Lord. Yes, this could work. He looks as the boy in front of him, those emerald-green eyes stare back, with the same intensity. Releasing the ropes tied around him, and leading the boy to his room, where the grand fireplace was roaring. He lead them both to the fireplace, each sitting down on a couch, Time for Business.

Harry and the others were surprised at the gesture, as they sat in one of the fancy armchairs that were more comfy than one would expect. The fireplace showed Quirrell's face, but the turbine on his head was still securely wrapped. "Aren't you the Dark Arts Defense teacher? You seem awfully familiar," "Yes, I am. But we aren't here to discuss that now are we," Harry gave him a quick glance and turned towards the fire. "The Dark Lord would like to try out a ritual, which involves you, to bring him back in his original body. Since he is still a spirt," the boy nodded and carried his head in his hand, which stood on the arm of the chair. "We would like for you to spy on Dumbledore for us as well. We want to be a step ahead of him at all times, in return, we will not attack you, or anyone else if you desire. In bonus, we will even help you if needed."

He sat there, thinking about the arrangement, didn't seem too difficult but the annoying part is having to get along with the Headmaster. Even if it is pretend, he would rather not stay in a room with Dumbledore for even a second if he had a choice. But if they help, they could live a more peaceful life. "Okay, we'll agree to your terms as long as you get rid of the Headmaster in the process. I'll even help with this ritual of yours, as long as none of your Deatheaters and yourself don't hunt me down for death."

Red eyes widen as he could hear a slight change in the boys voice, it was barely noticeable but the time he had spent being in the back of a head , wrapped in fabric, his learned to listen carefully to one's own voice since the light fabric was still difficult to hear/breathe through. So no one, besides from him being able to hear the distinction, he didn't make a move. Instead, he silently told Quirrell to prepare a contract to finalize the deal. Using his hand, he summoned a paper alone with ink and quill, letting the ink-filled quill float across paper. Listing the arrangement they had agreed too.

"Okay, that should be it. Just sign here, and the Dark Lord will sign as well," the boy turned towards him and grabbed the quill as he wrote out his name at the bottom of the page. The boy seemed more docile than before, although his face would suggest that he was lost in thought. Where ever that was.

"Now then," "How are you going to bring me back?" Quirrell looked up confused. "You guys literally 'stole' me from a Hogsmeade trip, so everyone must be worried," he said as he looked at the guy and squinted, "Do you even have a plan?" Quirrell was at a loss at the question because they hadn't thought so far ahead. You idiot, of course there's a plan. Leave him outside of Hogwarts and let him wander back inside. I'm sure he'll have a story ready, if not, than tell him to say that he escaped his captors.

Getting out of his daze, he cleared his throat, "Well, the plan will be to drop you off in the forest outside of Hogwarts, with the story of escaping your captures." He says pointly, as Harry stared blankly, doubting he had actually planned that himself. Even James didn't believe it. All in all, they were able to leave the mansion without the disturbance of Death Eaters.

XxXxXxX Finally updating, hope you enjoy the chapter, i had trouble with this one. Sorry for taking forever. See you then in the next chapter. XxXxXxXx