Harry Potter and the Blood of Slytherin

Wormtail decided he wouldn't only serve the Dark Lord out of fear. Working up the nerve, he kidnaps the Golden Boy. When they reach the Dark Lord, what secrets will be unveiled? What will they do with a werewolf and an escaped prisoner on their trail? Set in PoA


2. Albanian Forest

Slowly returning to consciousness, the first thing he saw was the red of the insides of his eyelids. He blinked, slowly taking in his surroundings. Strange trees filled his vision. He saw a balding man, who looked a mess, had his back to him. Then everything flooded back to him: Sirius, his werewolf professor, the Whomping Willow and Wormtail.

“You traitor!” Harry yelled, struggling to get out of the air.

Wormtail spun around. “Incarcerous!” Ropes sprung out of his wand and wrapped around Harry while he was still in the air. They tightened, and Harry stopped moving.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked, fearfully. “Where are you taking me?”

“To the Dark Lord.”

Harry’s eyes widened. He wasn’t really surprised, but he didn’t want to be taken to Voldemort. He needed to get out of there, wherever that was. “Voldemort’s dead,” he lied. “And even if he was alive, Voldemort would know you aren’t loyal to him.”

“Don’t say his name!” Wormtail ordered, clutching his arm.

“Why? Fear of a name increases the fear in the thing itself,” he remembered Hermione saying. “Voldemort. Voldemort. Voldemort. Voldemo—”


It felt worse than one thousand white-hot knives, boring into the skin*. The pain finally stopped. Wormtail’s face was serious with a gleeful undertone. “Never say his name again.” Harry nodded. Wormtail turned and continued walking, Harry floating behind him.

“What was—” Harry stopped speaking when he saw Wormtail’s wand pointing at him again. He didn’t want another dose of whatever that curse was. Wormtail, once sure Harry wouldn’t talk for awhile, continued lumbering through the forest.


Remus Lupin walked to the gates of the school. He was fired. He wished he had taken the Wolfsbane potion before going after Sirius. They would have had fewer problems. He almost hurt his cub, but he had to remember the traitorous rat was doing worse by taking him to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

As he left the gates of his alma mater, he was joined by a black dog. They walked to the edge of Hogsmead. Reaching down as if to pet the dog, Remus and Padfoot disappeared with a crack.


He didn't know where he was anymore. None of the trees were remotely familiar, but he never thought he would need to know what other trees looked like. He tried to remember where Voldemort was rumored to be hidden. He just couldn't quite recall.

"Wormtail," he called quietly. The man turned around, glaring. "Where are we?"

The man, who was not very clever to begin with, answered, "Albania."

He fell silent again, hoping not to get Crucio-ed, whatever that curse was, again. How did they get so far from England? He couldn't fathom how Dumbledore, let alone his godfather, was going to find him. He prayed to any deity who would listen that Voldemort wasn't here. He didn't want to face his parents' murderer again.

Wormtail eventually stopped and touched a faded, black tattoo on his left arm. The tattoo was a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth. Nothing happened. He had been doing this for over an hour, so Harry wasn't sure what was supposed to happen.

A couple hours later, Wormtail hissed and grabbed his left arm. Harry looked at him with confusion until he saw a dark entity flying around the forest. Fear evident on Harry's face as the spirit (can you even call it that?) stopped in front of him, forming into Voldemort's face, and the voice that haunted his nightmares for years came from the spirit. "Ah, Harry Potter, we meet again." An evil grin grew on Voldemort's incorporeal face.

Feeling returned to Harry's legs. He started to run. Before he could get far, he felt a spell hit his back and black filled his vision.


*Goblet of Fire, chapter 34.

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