Megan Potter Book 1 *Editing*

Chapter 23. Meeting the Devil Himself

23. Meeting The Devil Himself

Megan POV

It had been a week since I was kidnapped.

Everyday was the same. In the morning either Victoria or the other man, I had found out his name was Damon, would bring me breakfast. After breakfast one of them would come and take me to a bathroom so I could have a shower and use the toilet. While I was in the bathroom one of them would clean up the basement.

Another meal would be brought to me at lunch time. Someone would come down and take away the plates when I was finished.

At dinner time I would get another meal and again when I was finished someone would come and collect the plates. I was then taken for a bathroom trip so I could wash up ready for bed.

At different times during the day Victoria would get angry at me for no particular reason and hit me or kick me. Even though I was given bandages to wrap up my fingers that she had broken when I first got here I could tell that they, like many of my other injuries, would not fix properly for a long time. I was covered in bruises and was becoming extremely thin.

The food I was given was nothing special. I would get the leftovers from Victoria and Damon's meals. When I wasn't getting leftovers I would get stale bread and a glass of water. It was enough to live off but not enough for me to do much else.

Even after only a week I was paler, thiner and had far less energy then I used to have. I looked awful. In the bathroom I would see myself in the mirror and each day my appearance seemed to deteriorate.

Today was he first day the routine changed.

Victoria came down to yell at me, nothing unusual here.

"-You worthless little bitch! I don't know why the Dark Lord must insist that we look after you! Maybe after he sees you this afternoon he will let me kill you!"

"Voldemorts coming!" I gasped, stumbling back as Victoria hit me across the face.

"How many times do I have to tell you to call him the Dark Lord!"

"I'm sorry," I whimpered. "Why is he coming?"

"It is not in my place to know the Dark Lord's business."

I trembled Voldermort was coming. Maybe he would kill me, or maybe he wouldn't. I just wished he would let me go back to Hogwarts so I could see my friends.

Victoria stormed out of the room slamming the door. I lay down on my bed and curled into a ball wishing I was invisible.

Hours passed and suddenly the door was thrown open. I sat bolt upright my eyes darting around nervously.

I saw a person walk down the stairs and into the dim light. It was... Quirrel?

"Did they get you too?" I asked him.

He stared at me. His lip curled menacingly and he gave a cold cruel laugh.

"Do you not know who I am?"

"You are Professor Quirrel the Hogwarts Defence against the Dark arts Teacher."

"That's who I pretend to be."

I stared at him for a second before bursting out laughing.

"Are you trying to tell me you are Voldemort."

"Not I."

"Then who?"

"I am Lord Voldemort," hissed a cold voice that instantly filled me with fear. "Let me speak with the stupid girl."

"Are you sure My lord."

"Do as I say!"

Quirrel reached up and began to unwind his turban. The voice had scared me and I hoped with all my heart that I would wake up and this would all be a dream. That I would be back in my bed in the Gryffindor dorms.

Quirrel's turban fell to the ground and my mouth opened in shock. The sight before me was frightening so I just said the first thing that came to mind.

"Quirrel I think you should see a doctor and get the back of your head checked out. Incase you didn't know there is a face there."

The face glared at me.

"Megan," it rasped. "You look so different to the last time I saw you."

"Do I know you?"

"You probably know me as Lord Voldemort."

"You tried to kill me."

"Yes well at the time I didn't know it was you. I thought-"

"What do you mean, you didn't know it was me?"

"You are my daughter."

My mouth opened wider. What was he on about. He wasn't my father, my parents were dead.

"This may come as a shock to you but it is the truth."

"Then why was I at the Potter's house that night? Why did you try to kill me? Why didn't you know who I was? Why have I always been told my name is Megan Potter? Who is my mother, where is she? Why do me and Harry look so alike?"

"You have lots of questions. I suppose I should tell you everything. I will not speak your mothers name. She ran from me and hid you, I didn't even know she was pregnant. She begged Dumbledore to hide her from me. She told him I was the father of her unborn baby. When she gave birth to you she died. Dumbledore knew he had to find somewhere to hide you. He found out another child was born the same day as you. His name, Harry Potter. He took you to the Potter's and explained everything to them. They agreed to hide you. I-"

"How do you know all this?" I whispered but he still heard me.

"I have my sources. Now where was I, ah yes. I found out about you and that you were being hidden from me by the Potters I was angry so I went to get you. When I got there you didn't seem to be there. There were two identical looking twins, a girl and a boy. You were a Metamorphagis and because you spent so much time around Harry Potter you began to change your appearance to be like his, soon the pair of you were identical. In my anger I decided to kill the two supposed twins. The curse hit you and rebounded, you are a more powerful witch than I could have ever imagined. I fled confused and realized who you were, by the time I got back you were gone. I have been searching for you ever since."

"Why didn't anyone else tell me this?"

"They wanted you to think I was evil. They wanted you to go against me. Everything they have told you has been lies."

I stared at him I couldn't believe this. I didn't know what to believe anymore. Who was I?

"I will train you and help you get back at those who have lied to you and hurt you. Together we will be unstoppable!"

I didn't say a word. Quirrel grabbed his turban and wrapped it back onto his head.

"I will see you soon when I have been returned to my body." said Voldemort.

Quirrel swept from the room. I sunk to the floor deep in thought. What the hell just happened? Why was my life so confusing?