The Snake's Secret

A Feast

What I was listening to when I wrote this XD

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The doors swung open and they both stepped inside.

There were four tables filled with death-eaters, they obviously were the ones closest to Voldemort. There was a high table with two big chairs, Voldemort walked purposely up to the high table, past all the adoring eyes of the death-eathers. To be honest they were creeping Harry out with the loveing looks they were giving the dark Lord.

Some of them had the audacity to give Harry a dirty look as he walked along side Voldemort. They could see by his mask and who he was with that he was someone special but for some reason they still thought that getting onto his bad side from the offset was the best idea.

Harry turned his head to the front of the room; the two chairs were carved of a dark wood that shone by the torch-light. He had opted not to wear the crown, it felt way too conceited. He walked around the opposite side of the table to Voldemort, the death-eaters stood up. Voldemort sat down but Harry remained standing, he scanned his eyes over the death-eaters before him, they all shifted about uneasily, unsure of what to do.

He could feel a rush of power enter him from Voldemort, reassuring him. He slowly sat down on his chair and watched as the other people in the room copied him, he could see the Malfoys and Ron and Hermione sitting close to them. They were all in masks and cloaks, but they were there! He grinned underneath his mask.

"My people," Voldemort said, standing up to talk to the room. "We are here today to celebrate the birthday of my heir, he has just turned twelve and already accomplished more than most of you have done in all you service of me. We are here to honour him, and to celebrate all that he has accomplished in his last year and wish him well for the future. There will be a feast, entertainment and a tournament at the end. The winner, with your young Lords consent, will get to fight him in a match. He is my heir and you shall all treat him with the same respect that you show me, if you don't then I will personally make your life hell. And we wouldn't want that, now would we?" He asked a sadistic smirk as he places a hand on Harry's shoulder.

Harry's peridot green eyes shone out from the darkness of his mask as he looked out at the sea of faces staring up at his warily. "Now let the feast begin."

Plates of food appeared on the tables, heaped with food. It smelt delicious. All of Harry's favourites were there, he had Lasagne and Shepperd's pie within reaching distance and he wanted to heap his plate up with those crispy roast potatoes. He however didn't know how he was going to eat with his mask on. So, he decided to try telepathy.

He closed his eyes for a moment and reached towards the Horcrux inside him, after a second, he felt it pulse with energy and respond to his touch. 'Dad, can you hear me?'

'Yes, little Snake, I didn't know that you could do this.'

'Neither did I, I wanted to try it out. Also, I kind of have a question and I don't think it would help my image by saying it out loud.'

'Yes?'

'So, you want me to wear this mask right, to protect my identity. Why? It's kind of stopping me from eating.' Harry thought looking wistfully at the lasagne in front of him.

'Well that's simple, I may have put a spell on my followers here so that they only remember you when it's convenient to us. However, the light may have put spells on them unbeknownst to us and they might reveal you.'

'Okay so how am supposed to eat?'

'Move your hand across the mask where the mouth is, and the bottom part should disappear.' Voldemort replied. Harry tried it and the bottom portion of his mask seemed to disappear in a wisp of smoke making his mouth accessible. Finally, he could eat!