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Harry got over the initial shock and then spoke,
"No. I'm not going."
Voldemort stepped closer to Harry and Harry stood his ground,
"I'm not going anywhere."
Voldemort chuckled darkly and pulled out a wand from inside his robes. Harry's gaze widened as he looked at it. He tried to snatch it from Voldemort's hands but Voldemort vanished it,
"Give that back. It's mine."
Voldemort laughed louder,
"Attend the hearing and you shall have it back."
Harry weighed the options in his head. He wanted his wand back, but going to the ministry meant facing Dumbledore and everyone else. And he had no intentions of every seeing them. Harry shook his head and then spoke,
"You can keep the wand. I won't go to the ministry at any cost."
Harry turned his back to Voldemort and crossed his arms over his chest. Voldemort spoke,
"At any cost? Are you sure about that, Harry?"
Harry turned around and looked in puzzlement at Voldemort. He grew uncertain as he saw the devious look on Voldemort's face,
"What are you on about?"
Voldemort conjured the Invisibility Cloak and the Marauders Map. He displayed them to Harry and spoke,
"Not even for your most prized possessions?"
Harry felt enraged. How dare Voldemort go through his private things? Who gave him the right to steal his most prized possessions? He launched himself at Voldemort and roared out,
"You Bastard, how dare you?"
Voldemort effortlessly dodged his attack and pushed Harry on the bed. Before, Harry could get up, Voldemort came over him and straddled him. Harry struggled and let out a throaty growl,
"Let go of me."
Voldemort pinned Harry's wrists over his head and spoke,
"You are going to do exactly what I want you to do if you ever wish to have them back."
Voldemort's face was inches away from Harry's. When Harry felt his rage subside, he began to realize hoe physically close he was to Voldemort, turned his head and spoke,
"Get up. You're crushing me."
Voldemort chuckled lightly,
"Only if you vow to play good."
Harry breathed out in frustration. This was just terrible. Could he really afford to leave everything he cherished dearly with Voldemort? Why? These were his things. He shouldn't have to fulfil any conditions to get them. He wouldn't need these things in his future but he would never leave them with Voldemort. He finally asked,
"What am I supposed to do at the ministry?"
Harry laughed bitterly,
"Defend myself so I can go back to Hogwarts? I don't want to. I don't want to go back to Hogwarts. I don't ever want to see that old man again."
Voldemort expression grew amused,
"Really, Harry? Do you despise Dumbledore?"
Harry closed his eyes,
"That is none of your concern. Can you please get up? I'm pretty sure we can talk without being so close."
"Not until you vow to attend the hearing."
Harry met Voldemort's gaze and spoke through gritted teeth,
"Why is my hearing so important to you? What can you hope to achieve by sending me to the ministry?"
Voldemort caressed Harry's cheek softly and Harry instantly recoiled,
"You shall have to attend the hearing to find that out."
Harry just wanted to get the man off himself. He was getting uncomfortable and Harry spoke,
"Fine, I'll go. Get off me now."
Voldemort released his wrists and rose to his feet gracefully,
"I believe that you should eat something before you have to leave for your hearing."
Harry sat up straight and contemplated what he had done. Why had he even agreed to this? Well now that he thought about it. He had nothing to lose. He just had to keep his head down and get through this. He was sure that Dumbledore would be there. Maybe he could escape from the ministry. But then he would never get his cloak, wand and map back. Harry didn't want to think about how lethal those things would be in Voldemort's hand.
Voldemort observed Harry's thoughtful expression and spoke,
"Get up, Harry."
Harry shook his head,
"I'm not hungry. Just leave me alone for a while."
Voldemort was about to step closer to him when Harry raised his hand,
"Stop right there. Just stop. I am not your slave and you can't order me around. Just tell me when the hearing is and who I'm going to be travelling with."
Voldemort felt irritated by Harry's lack of respect but pressuring the boy would not yield any results. He finally spoke,
"You shall be leaving with Narcissa in an hour."
Harry looked at the clock and spoke,
"Fine. I'll be down in an hour."
If it was any ordinary person, they would have been murdered by now but Voldemort was aware that there was something deeper behind Harry's recklessness and he was very close to discovering it. He was about to leave the room when Harry spoke,
"I want my wand, my cloak and my parchment today."
Voldemort only smirked and vanished. Harry fell back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. He talked to himself,
"I can't wait to join you, Sirius. This world is growing rotten by the day."
He jumped to his feet and paced around. He didn't know what to do? He couldn't even attempt to escape now that he knew that Voldemort had his cloak and the Marauders' map. Harry just hoped that Voldemort hadn't uncovered its secret. But something told him that Voldemort knew it's true worth. That's why he had taken it from his trunk. He remembered how close he had been to Voldemort a few minutes ago and felt his cheeks heat up. He thanked the heavens that he hadn't blushed in front of Voldemort this time.
He coughed and clutched his chest as it ached. He poured water in a glass and downed it in one. He just hoped that he didn't show these signs during the hearing. There was a knock on the door and Harry looked up at the clock. There were still ten minutes left.
He opened the door and a house elf stood there with a tray laden with breakfast. Although Harry had no appetite, he pitied the elf and took the tray for him. The elf vanished and Harry closed the door. He set the tray down on the side table and ate. After breakfast, he combed his messed-up hair.
Ten minutes later, Harry stepped out of the room and made his way to the living room. He felt relieved when he realized that Voldemort wasn't there and only Narcissa Malfoy stood in front of the fireplace. If looks could kill, Harry would be dead by now. Narcissa Malfoy was glaring at Harry murderously. Harry smirked. Her husband had deserved what had happened to him,
"After you, Potter."
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