|| 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 || (𝒉.𝒋.𝒑 𝒙 𝒕.𝒎.𝒓)

Meeting

Once they had reached the study, Harry opened the door for them. He looked around and saw that it was different from last time. This time, in the middle of the room, was a mahogany table that could seat ten people on either side with two plush chairs at the head of the table.

Everyone looked around awkwardly until Harry spoke up.
"Well, I guess you guys should sit down..."

Everyone quickly complied and sat down. Harry went and sat in the plush chair that was on the right.

"He wasn't bad actually, you know, Harry. He was honestly quite funny. I thought that he would be all...broody and evil..."said Padma, from the right side of the table, two chairs down.

"Yeah-"
"We-"
"Think-"
"That-"
"He's-"
"Pretty-"
"Chill."said Gred and Forge.

Harry laughed. "Just don't prank him. He may not show it right now, but he has a mighty temper that one!"

"Duly-"
"Noted."

"You guys seem good for each other. Fate had been squishing you guys together time and time again until now,"commented Neville.

"A match made in heaven,"quipped Luna. Everyone laughed.

For a few more minutes, they chatted and catches up with each other before Voldemort came gliding gracefully into the study.

He was wearing navy trousers with a burgundy dress shirt and a black blazer was worn on top of it. The most surprising thing he wore were pitch black Converse that went above his ankles. He had decided to let his longer than shoulder length chocolate hair loose with a parting in the middle of his scalp, framing his face nicely,showing off his natural beauty.

Everyone except Harry stared in awe at the graceful being as he sat down next to his mate. Harry's face showed religious-like reverence as he stared at his mate. Tom smirked at everyone in the study.

"Are you all done staring? I would seriously like to start our chat, hmm?"he said.

The rest of the occupants in the room blushed.

"I won't ever be done staring at you, Tom-Tom,"hissed Harry in Parseltongue.

Tom's eyes widened as he looked at his mate. "Wait until we're in the bedroom,Harry!" Tom hissed back, his face blank.

"What are you guys saying?"asked Petunia curiously. Harry had told her about him and his mate speaking Parseltongue, and she found it quite interesting.

Everyone except Harry waited with baited breath. They had all heard stories of what Voldemort did to followers who talked when not asked. They wondered what he would do to a Muggle.

What Voldemort did next surprised them.

He smiled at her and replied: "Just making...plans for tonight..."

"What plans?"

"Just stuff."

"..."

Hermione decided to interrupt then. She raised her hand.
The Dark Lord nodded and let her speak.

"Even though we are ready to join the Dark, we all want to know what are your objectives and what pushes you to fight for your cause. Please,enlighten us."said Hermione.

The Dark Lord stood and started to walk around the table of people, not saying anything, just stalking around the table like a hunter eying its prey.

Everyone started to break into a cold sweat.

After a few more minutes, Voldemort spoke:

"What Albus Dumbledore has been drumming into your heads all about me and the Dark is not true. The Dark only wishes to gain back all our traditions that were squashed out to make Muggleborns feel more...comfortable . I bet majority of you in this room have no idea what I'm talking about when I talk about Yule or Samhain. Don't you see! Wizards are being restricted because all we learn at schools is Light Magic. Lady Magic did not grant us power above the Mundanes to not use it. At this point, we all might as well be Squibs! The Dark has no prejudices against Muggleborns, it's just that, we need to separate them from the Muggle World, otherwise if they keep on going back there, Wizards are going to be exposed sooner or later! And what shall we do to retaliate against them? Nothing! Magic is weaker and less accurate with distance, while a Muggle firearm's bullet can puncture through a Protego Maxima."he then paused to turn to Harry. "Can you please help me with a demonstration?"he asked Harry.

"Sure,"replied Harry. He went over to where his mate was standing. "What do you want me to do?"he asked.

Voldemort smiled grimly. "You won't like it, I gave you the less painful job..."

Harry started to growl. "Nope! Not gonna do it! If it involves you and pain, TOGETHER, I ain't doin shit!"he snarled.

The others in the room were surprised at Harry's outburst. The way he could so easily backchat the Dark Lord!

"Well, if you don't, I will call in Bellatrix. She can use a gun quite well. I'll tell her to only aim for my calf. I heal quickly..."trailed off Voldemort.

Harry panicked. His instincts were practically yelling at him to please his mate, meanwhile, they were bawling at the fact of having to deliberately hurt Tom.

Voldemort saw Harry's internal battle with his instincts and smirked. He saw that Harry was about to crack, all he needed was a few more seconds...

Harry sighed in resignation. "What do I have to do?"he asked glumly.

Voldemort said nothing. He just handed Harry a Desert Eagle .50 caliber handgun. It was one of the top ten most powerful handguns in the world.

"W-What do I-I do?"stuttered Harry, his hand slightly shaking as he held the gun.

Voldemort just smiled. "Bellatrix!"he called out.

In a puff of black smoke, the insane witch appeared.

"You called, my Lord?"she grinned, bouncing on her soles of her leather boots.

"I need you to be on standby for the demo," Voldemort ordered.

"Yes, my Lord."

Voldemort turned to Harry. "Okay, after I cast a Protego Maxima Shield, count to three and pull the trigger. And please, do aim at my legs."

Harry nodded silently and took aim. Voldemort had his wand at the ready.

"1...2...3...Protego Maxima !"he yelled.

Harry closed his Avada eyes shut and started counting.

'1...2...3...'he thought to himself and pulled the trigger.

A resounding crack could be heard in the room

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A/N: Yoooh! I wonder what will happen next?

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