Bound To You

Chapter 43: Chambers And Awakenings

Ginny hid her smile when her Harry flew across the Arena to hit the Cup, held in the hands of some dumb troll or something. Her plans were coming into place--the disappearance of one Harry Potter will cause confusion, and people will be panicking about his disappearance, but she wouldn't be. In the midst of panic, she slipped away, unnoticed.

She finally had him in her hands, and she will never let him go.

In the dark, Harry appeared.

Where the Cup had turned into a Portkey, he'd been transported to another place entirely. He opened his eyes, which he'd closed in pain upon landing. He got up on all fours, a hand reaching back to rub it to alleviate his pain a little bit.

Where was he?

His eyes tried to adjust to the dim lighting, but before he could, hands grabbed his arms and tied them painfully against his back. He could feel his shoulders dislocating because of it, and he hissed in pain. His heart pounded against his chest, and everything felt weird, wrong.

"Welcome, Mr. Potter," a shrill voice said, and he shuddered when her breath brushed against his ear. It was both revolting and somewhat arousing, and it sparked weird and disgusted feelings deep inside him. "Congratulations on making Hogwarts win."

The beady eyes of one Dolores Umbridge bored into his own, and her smile was... dangerous. He couldn't explain it any better, just that her smile was very, very dangerous.

"Professor Umbridge...?" Harry questioned, utterly baffled as of to why he was here with her... In the Chamber of Secrets. He glanced around to search for Jamila, but she was no where to be found.

"Ah, no," she chuckled. "I'm only borrowing her body, little one..."

Her big, fat fingers reached in between her breasts, and Harry looked away to keep himself from vomiting. He'd never want to see his teacher doing something like that, as he wasn't even interested in anyone other than Tom. Wait... She said she was only borrowing her body....?

The question made him look back at the woman, holding a... necklace? A locket? In her hand, and with a hissed 'Open'--did she just speak in Parseltongue?!

Harry's eyes widened as the realization settled in.

He'd only ever had eyes for his Tom, and him getting even slightly attracted to Umbridge was just... weird. And now she's speaking in Parseltongue?

"... Tom...?" he asked tentatively.

"Ah, how clever," she... he chuckled, but not of mirth. Behind the amused tone, was a barely concealed hate towards her... his word. "That was my name, you see," he informed him. "But now, I am Lord Voldemort!"

Harry's eyes widened. This wasn't the Tom he knew! This was the Dark Lord who wanted him dead! But... There's only one Tom, right? How could there be another? But his magic seemed so... so familiar, he couldn't deny that he's Tom at least magically...

"And you," he said, his face getting too close for comfort, "Are quite compatible to be my sacrifice."

Harry's eyes widened. "S-sacrifice?!"

"Ah, yes, a sacrifice... I need your blood to help me resurrect myself, you see," he chuckled. "Which is why--"

A piercing scream tore through the empty chambers, loud and clear that if you listened closely, you could hear it from the dungeons in Hogwarts. Tom dragged a knife he'd imbedded into Harry's arm, down to make a large, gaping wound. Blood immediately escaped, and Voldemort-Umbridge immediately caught each and every drop in a large cauldron.

"Don't worry, Potter, you will not be the only sacrifice to this. I like you too much, and it's such a shame to lose someone with magic compatible to mine, you see," Voldemort chuckled. "So I think I'll keep you--maybe as a pet or something."