Song for this chapter: "Sail" by Awolnation

Sail!

This is how I show my love
I made it in my mind because
I blame it on my A.D.D. baby

This is how an angel dies
I blame it on my own sick pride
Blame it on my A.D.D. baby

Chapter 3: My New Master

I woke up from another nightmare. This one not better than the last. However something was different. I did not feel a hard floor. I felt something rather soft both under and above me. I opened my eyes and was surprised to find myself in an actual bedroom. And it wasn't just any bedroom, no it was a master bedroom.

Green drapes covered a window to my right. I looked down to see that I was sandwiched between two soft emerald green blankets on a king sized bed. A black door two times my size was about 20 feet across from me, and to my left was a door that opened into, shocker, a green walled bathroom with a basilisk painted on it. Another door was in the left corner of the room which I could only assume was a closet, most likely 4 times my previous "bedroom".

I rubbed my head trying to remember what brought me to this room. The last thing I remember is being dragged down to the river by the two death eaters. They attacked me, and then nothing, blank. Did they take me here? Did someone else find me before I died in the river? Is this another of Lestrange's estates, and he brought me here to torture me?

I slowly moved my legs and surprisingly found no pain. Surely Lestrange or his followers wouldn't have healed me. Unless of course they just wanted me healthy so they can begin the torture anew. That could very well be it, and if that is the case I need to find a way out of this place.

I slowly sat up and slid off the massive bed. My bare feet touched a flush green carpet. I tip toed to the door and found to my surprise it opened with no alarm. Dark, cold, wood floor met my feet on the other side of the door. I tip toed down the hallway to what I was hoping was the main staircase.

I made my way down the spiraling staircase, glad to see two doors that looked to be the main doors. I was not sure what I would find on the other side of those doors, but anything was better than being in Lestrange's clutches. As I got to the door, I looked around me to make sure no one was around.

The sight was clear. It was eerily quiet. I gulped hesitantly touching the door handle. Suddenly I felt a shock, and I was thrown back towards the stairs landing on my butt.

"Shit! Son of a bitch!" I cursed.

"You weren't trying to escape, were you?" A voice asked from my right. I jumped up startled to see a man to my left, that looked to be younger than myself. I would guess about 18-19 years old. But I looked down before I could study his features.

I lowered my eyes to the ground. Just because I didn't know who he was, doesn't mean I don't know what he was. He was my new master. That's the only explanation. He asked me if I was trying to escape, which means I was his prisoner.

"I asked you a question," He said in a no nonsense tone.

"No, master," I lied. A bad lie at that. He caught me red handed trying to open the door.

"Tell me the truth !" He ordered stepping in front of me. His black shoes directly in front of my bare feet.

I flinched. What was I supposed to say? If I told him the truth I would be punished, but if I didn't I would be punished anyways. It was a lose-lose situation. I settled for just apologizing.

"I'm sorry, master. I woke up and I didn't know where I was. I got scared," I told him.

"Will you try to leave again?" He asked me. Was this a test? Of course I would. But if I tell him that he would be mad, and if I don't he would know I'm lying. He seems like a human lie detector. I decided I should stick with the truth. I mean my mother always did say it's best to be honest.

"Um, yes master" I replied biting my lip.

"Well I wouldn't if I were you. Otherwise there will be consequences," He told me, "Follow me"

I looked up to see him walking around the corner. I quickly ran after his quick stride. Studying his back, I noticed how tall he was. He was at least six feet tall, and had midnight black hair. He was a little too thin for my tastes, but who am I to complain at least he wasn't Lestrange. No one could be worse than him, not even the previous dark lord.

We entered what I guessed to be the sitting room. A green couch and loveseat sat in the room. There also was a glass table and some fruit on top of it. It looked so good. The apples looked fresh and crisp. He cleared his throat and gestured for me to sit on the loveseat next to him.

I slowly sat down next to him, doing my best not to touch him. I looked down at his hands, so I did not have to meet his eyes. I had yet to catch a glimpse of them, and I didn't plan too. Eyes could see into your soul, and I did not want anyone seeing into my soul. His hands were pale almost white, and looked to have never done any hard lifting. They were perfectly smooth with no blemishes. I looked at my hands covered with scars from cigarette burns and scratches. Callouses covered the palms. I was hideous.

"Now there is a reason I saved your life. I need some information," He exclaimed breaking me out of my thoughts.

"What would you like to know, master?" I asked.

"I have been watching Lestrange and I know you are his favorite slave. I would like to know all of his secrets," He explained to me. I couldn't help but snort.

"Sorry master. But if you didn't see, he was having his followers kill me. He never told me anything. I was just a possession to him," I replied.

"Well that's too bad then. I guess you are of no use," He said with a heavy sigh pointing a wand at me. I gulped.

"Wait please, I know one thing. He didn't tell me, but I overheard him talking once. Please don't kill me," I begged.

"Tell me everything you know and I will decide if it's enough for you to stay alive," He told me.

"One time when talking to his death eaters he was asking if anyone else knew about the stone. They told him no, and...um he killed them," I explained.

"What stone?" He asked me.

"I don't know, master" I replied.

"Where is it?" He asked.

"I don't know," I repeated looking at the ground.

"So you are telling me all you know is he killed these two who knew about some stone," He said clearly angry.

"Yes master," I answered.

"Do you have any other reason why I shouldn't kill you?" He asked.

"Um I can cook, and clean. And um serve you in bed if you would like," I replied with a blush.

He made an odd choking sound. I looked up at his face for the first time, and almost passed out. There was no mistaking who this was. It looked just like the photo that covered the newspaper after his death. At least the younger version of him. But it couldn't be him, he was dead.

"You're supposed to be dead!" I said putting my thoughts into words.

"Excuse me?" He asked raising his eyebrows. Shit I just told my master he was supposed to be dead.

"Well...not that I want you dead. ( But I kind of did.) It's just all the reports said you were killed in the final battle, or at least the Voldemort version of you was, master" I rambled once again staring at my feet.

"I'm the dark lord, no mortal will defeat me, not even Harry Potter," He replied arrogantly. At least he didn't seem mad anymore.

"So are you going to kill me?" I asked in a small voice. I mean, yes my life was pathetic and I had wished for death before. But at the same time, I would love to see the day when Lestrange would fall because it will happen. He is selfish and power hungry, and it will lead to his downfall.

"Well I really don't need someone to cook and clean, I have houselves for that. And I definitely don't need to sleep with you. I am not an out of control, hormonal teenage boy!" he explained.

"Well do you have any paperwork or something?" I asked. Houselves couldn't really do that.

"No, but I would like someone to do research for me" He told me.

"Ooh, I can do that! What do you want researched, master?" I asked feeling a sense of hope. I loved doing research. If this was my new job as a slave, I had no complaints.

"I want you to research for all possible powerful stones in the world. I want to find out what Lestrange is hiding," He said more to himself than me.

"Of course, master. Do you have a library?" I questioned him. Wizards should really think about getting some form of internet. It would have at least given me a starting point and of what type of books to look in.

"Yes, follow me" He said walking off not waiting for an answer.

He brought me to a set of double doors. A huge spiral snake represented the door handle. He began speaking parseltongue.

Open to me

Now this is not something I shared with most but my father could speak parseltongue, and I could too. My father's great, great, great...grandfather was the first to discover this talent, and was tutored in the dark arts by Salazar Slytherin himself, let's just say he was not a very nice guy. I pretended ignorance to what my new master was saying as the doors opened up to reveal a huge room.

I gasped in awe and delight at the contents of the room. Books aligned hundreds of shelves that reached to a ceiling that looked to touch the sky. Magical ladders were scattered across the room allowing access to otherwise out of reach books. I was a little worried about finding information with this many books, but at the same time excited. These books probably had all kinds of interesting information.

"Can I start now, master?" I asked trying to hide my excitement.

"Yes and I expect results by lunch time," He told me.

"Of course master, what time do you dine?" I asked, my stomach aching at the thought of food.

"At noon," He explained. I looked at the clock. That gave me four hours to find something useful. Otherwise suffer the consequences.

He walked off without another word. I walked over to the section labeled dark arts. Surprisingly it only took up about a quarter of the library. Other sections included herbology, transfiguration, muggle studies ( okay weird), divination, and the biggest section of them all was just labeled Hogwarts.

I began scanning the titles and decided to start with one called Dark objects and their properties. Four hours later when the dark lord came in all I had was three possible stones with no idea which one it could be. I mean it isn't like I had ever seen or heard the name of this stone. It may not even be one of these 3.

"So what do you have?" He asked me.

"Well I narrowed down to the three most likely stones from the books I have read so far. The first one is the resurrection stone though that is the least likely because I do not believe he would have the power to make an army out of the people he brought back. The second stone is the Stone of Destiny. Now this stone is like a future seeing stone but much more. It allows a person to look into the future and change destiny. It goes against the laws that one cannot change destiny. And finally the third one the opposite. It is the Returning stone. This allows you to return to the past. He could use it to change something of his past or interfere and change someone's past" I explained.

"And which of the three stones do you think it may be?" He asked me.

"Personally I believe it to be the Stone of Destiny. That and the returning stone would be about equally useful to him but he is the type that likes power. And the power to control destiny would appeal to him," I told my master.

"Hmm I am glad that I didn't kill you yet," He told me. I gasped and looked at him like he was crazy. Did he just say, yet? Well isn't that just fantastic?

"Well come on, it's time for lunch," He told me walking out the library doors. I quickly ran after him my stomach grumbling with the possibility of food. Let's hope he lets me eat some not just serve it!