Fear was coursing through his body like none other. From his spine to his legs he could feel the cold of the night. The scenery around him made him feel like he was in a horror movie.
He was in a graveyard, held to a grave by a statue of the Angel of Death. If he were to die tonight, he would want to die being held by the statue, so he could be carried away from the doom and gloom that Britain was going to suffer by the real form of the Angel of Death.
He was thinking this as the feared Dark Lord Voldemort had just risen from his weakened disembodied state. Now a tall, white pale man with a chalk-white, skull-like face, snake-like slits for nostrils, red eyes and cat-like slits for pupils, a skeletally thin body and long, thin hands with unnaturally long fingers was pacing the ground in front of him.
"You stand, Harry Potter, upon the remains of my late father," he hissed softly.
"I guessed that this was something to do with you anyway once I saw the Muggle name, Tom Marvolo Riddle," Harry said smirking.
Voldemort looked scandalised. The boy knew his real name? What else did he know?
"You know my name?" he hissed angrily, glaring at Harry Potter.
"Of course," Harry said venomously. He saw the questioning look on the man's face. "I also know that you were raised in an orphanage. You are a half-blood-" he smiled at the bitter and angry snarl on the man's lips. "- and that you opened the chamber of secrets to release the basilisk just over fifty years ago."
"CRUCIO," Voldemort bellowed, pointing his wand at Harry. As the boy screamed into the night, Voldemort was pondering what the boy said. How did the boy know this stuff? Only few witches and wizards knew his real name. Ol' Slughorn would know, probably the deceased Armando Dippet, and Dumbledore. DUMBLEDORE! He let go of the curse on Harry.
"So Dumbledore decided to tell you of my past," Voldemort said coldly, every syllable sounding as cold as ice. "How did he know of the Basilisk?"
Before he let the boy speak he cast the Cruciatus Curse again. He had Wormtail cast a silencing charm upon the entire graveyard before the boy had arrived and several other charms. If the boy screamed the local town would not even hear them. He didn't have to worry about Muggles visiting the grave yard at night. They were all too scared to come near, particularly the children. Before he had left the area temporarily after he had killed the Muggle gardener Frank Bryce he had Wormtail go into the town to find out about the area as he been out for over fifty years. Everyone believed the manor to be haunted and that his Muggle relatives were ghosting the graveyard at night. He was delighted to hear that they were not well liked at all. He had narrowly escaped Dumbledore in Mid to late August the previous year when the old man came to investigate. He had Nagini follow the man surreptitiously to see what the man had been doing. Apparently the old man found out his roots had come from here. He had discovered the disappearance of the gardener. From what Nagini had told him afterwards, he was muttering 'Peter Pettigrew', 'Albania', 'Bertha' and 'Frank Bryce'. The man was trying to connect the dots. What other dots had the man connected with his life?
He kept casting the Cruciatus at the boy mindlessly, pondering everything that was turning up in his imagination.
Meanwhile, Harry was suffering from the constant Cruciatus'.
"Take me," he muttered breathlessly after the twentieth time of suffering the Cruciatus Curse. His bones were on fire. The feel of knives were penetrating his body as if trying to kill him, to prolong his torture. His breath was slowing, he used up a large portion of his voice screaming through the night. "Take me to Mum and Dad."
He heard the fatal word for the twenty first time. The red beam connected with his head, instead of his chest.
Somewhere in his mind, he felt a memory being pushed to the forefront of his mind.
He was confronting Dumbledore in his office.
"I heard that you ordered Hagrid to take me from the ruins of my parents," he had roared at the man. "I have seen the will of my parents' when I went to Gringotts for the first time a few weeks ago. I was not to be placed there. You are not assigned as my magical guardian. You basically kidnapped me."
"I'm sorry, Harry," Dumbledore stood up. "Obliviate."
Back in the graveyard Harry was astounded. Did he really say that to Dumbledore? Did Dumbledore kidnap him from Godric's Hollow?
"CRUCIO," Voldemort bellowed again. Once again the red beam hit his head.
Another memory made its way to the forefront of his mind.
Harry was sneaking out of the library. He had found the book he was looking for. Clutched in his hand was The Darkest Of Arts. He put on his cloak to before he was going to start his trek back to Gryffindor Tower.
"Obliviate," a soft voice had said. Harry felt the tip of the wand touch his head.
"Why are you tampering with my mind, you bloody coot?" he raged against Dumbledore in his office.
"You are turning dark," Dumbledore plainly said. Quickly the man had conjured a gag and placed it in Harry's mouth. "It wasn't surprising to me when I discovered it."
The man paced in his office, glaring angrily at Harry. "You are not leaving this room until I have made myself clear."
"I left you on Privet Drive like you accused me of," he said, eyes gleaming. "I was hoping that you would be suffering at the hands of the magical hating Dursley family. Arabella Figg, known as Mrs Figg to you, informed me of everything going on behind those closed doors of Number Four Privet Drive. My plan was going well, until you had pushed that bully in front of a moving bus. There were witnesses, oh yes there was. I had obliviated them as I need you for the 'Greater Good'. I wasn't going to have you sent to those Juvenile Centre's for what you did, no. Instead I made a new plan. I cast a charm on you that firstly, would prevent you from running away, which had worked out quite well. Secondly, I cast a rather complicated spell that had changed your aversion from the Dark Side of life to the side of the light."
He turned back to Harry. "Obliviate."
Back in the graveyard, Harry let out a blood curdling scream as all the memories that had been removed from him over the years began filling his head. His lobes felt like bursting with the sensations that was filling his head.
Voldemort was about to cast the Cruciatus Curse once again when Harry revealed his dark scream. He frowned at the sound, while Wormtail placed his remaining hand to his ear to cover the noise.
He knew what the scream meant. The previous year when Wormtail had kidnapped Bertha Jorkins and brought her to him he had constantly cast the Cruciatus Curse on her as he desperately missed doing so in the past. The lady had let out this scream when the memory blocks placed on her by Barty Crouch had been unblocked by him. Did Potter have memory blocks placed on him?
Curiosity risen in him, he ceased the use of the curse. Potter rolled his head, eyes closing slowly and whimpering from the pain. While the boys eyes were still opened he quickly entered the boy's mind through Legilimency to find out what he unblocked. There were no barriers from letting him in. It was like an open bar.
He sidled through the boy's memories. He found early memories of the boy's life. His breath suddenly hitched. He found himself in a London street.
"Trying to push me around all the time," said a menacing voice of a dark haired child. Voldemort realised this was Harry's childhood. He looked at the child. Young Harry did not seem like the boy he had expected. There was a dark look to the boy, green eyes just as menacing as the look of the Killing Curse, a sense of death emanating from the boy's core. Before Voldemort could blink the boy Harry was coldly berating was wandlessly tossed into the path of an oncoming bus.
Holy Merlin, Voldemort thought. The boy had killed someone, and there wasn't any evidence to show that it was him. It was definite magic intent that had killed the large bully.
He travelled to another memory. He found the aftermath that had happened once he failed to retrieve the stone, a rather strange memory.
"I can't believe I didn't join him," Harry moaned silently. "He will change this pathetic world for the better. I'm sorry for not helping you Voldemort. I wish I gave you the stone."
"Obliviate," said a disillusioned voice. Voldemort recognised the voice as he trifled through the other unblocked memories. According to the memories he came across, it seemed Harry did not hate him. He had actually revered him. Then he came across the boy's poor life in childhood. An orphan, beaten and starved was being whelped with what looked like a belt.
"FREAK," the child beater bellowed. The man was huge, according to Voldemort. He had barely any neck and was severely overweight. Angry green eyes flashed up at the man before the man was suddenly thrown across the room, hitting the table in the kitchen, upturning it.
Lord Voldemort pulled out. This was what the boy was condemned to when school went out. This was the main reason he usually killed children, so they could join their parents in death. He did not like leaving orphans to survive. Especially as so many wizards and witches were severely misunderstood in the Muggle world.
The other memories that had revealed Harry Potter's dark tendencies had him very intrigued. Harry had wanted to join him. Why had the boy denied him in the Underground Room in Hogwarts three years beforehand? He took another look at the memory. He went forward into the recently un-obliviated memory and took his place next to Memory-Harry.
"Confundus," he had barely heard the word that came from the familiar voice of Albus Dumbledore.
"NEVER!" Harry roared at the memory form of himself.
Voldemort didn't have time to see through all of the memories of Harry Potter. There had been a rather unusual amount of Obliviations cast on the child, all courtesy of Albus Dumbledore and Molly Weasley.
He had noticed some memories of the Weasley matriarch slipping a potion into the young man's food at The Burrow before the boy was obliviated of the event.
The Dark Lord was furious. What was Albus Dumbledore doing to the Saviour of the Wizarding World. The boy was desiring the dark side and the old coot was trying to shape his destiny.
He had also discovered rather quickly that he had a connection with the boy, a connection that had been similar with his Horcruxes which had sent him into shock. The prophecy came to mind when he found this. The Dark Lord's Equal. The Horcrux and the newfound darkness of the boy now told him what the prophecy might be about.
He cast one more spell on the boy. A complicated Latin charm that would help to dissolve any further blocks on the boys magic. What he was performing was actually a dangerous goblin ritual, but he didn't want to waste his time heading off to Gringotts and kidnapping a goblin for the ritual.
Ten minutes went by before Lord Voldemort cast another charm on the boy to confirm if the ritual worked. The message came back to tell him that it worked.
The only sound now remaining in the night was Wormtail's whimpering. Voldemort turned to look at the filthy rat who was lying on the grass ground, clutching the stump of his hand he had from the coward's sacrifice. Voldemort scoffed at the traitor before walking to Harry. The boy had his eyes barely opened, he now looked dishevelled and the boy's arm was bleeding profusely. Voldemort looked down at the hole the bone of his father came out of.
"You proved your worth in death more than you did in life, you filthy snob," he said venomously. "At least I am proud to say you were my favourite kill."
He made Wormtail stand up and pressed his wand to the Dark Mark on his arm. His plans had changed though. Originally he was going to call his remaining unincarcerated Death Eaters and duel Harry Potter, hoping to effectively kill him. Now however, he changed it in his mind. Now he would perform an initiation ritual on Harry Potter with his Death Eaters as witnesses.
"Greetings my followers," he said nonchalantly to them. He went on about what he had been doing for the past near fourteen years as an ethereal spirit.
"Now my friends," he spoke, once he regaled his tale to his followers. "We will be gaining a new follower tonight. A follower who actually wanted to join me three years ago-" he pointed his finger at Harry Potter, who had now woken up. A gleeful look appeared on the boy's face at hearing this. The Death Eaters, on the other hand, started screaming in protest.
"SILENCE," Voldemort shouted dangerously, instilling the Death Eaters into silence. "Harry Potter has my full confidence, after what I have discovered tonight."
"What have you discovered, Master?" Lucius Malfoy drawled.
"CRUCIO," Voldemort called out. The red light connected with the Malfoy socialite. "That shall be between me and Harry Potter, Lucius. Don't question me on this matter."
He now turned to the grave Harry was tied upon. A simple wave of his wand and Harry Potter was released from the Statue of Death he was cased against.
"I thank you from releasing me from the Obliviations and potions," that was all Harry Potter could say before he was dragged to the centre of the Death Eaters by Voldemort.
"Harry," Voldemort paused. "Are you sure you want to join me? You do know what Dumbledore will do when he finds out."
Harry scrunched up his face in disgust. "Why should I care with what that old goat will do to me? My life is my own life. I can make my own decisions."
He looked up at Voldemort. "And now that I have been cleansed by you my decision is to join you."
Voldemort swirled his wand with his fingers. "And what of your parents?" he asked. "Don't you want to have vengeance against me for taking their lives?"
Harry shrugged. "It was war time," he said somberly. "They knew the risks, it was their choice to fight. I'm not even sure if I should agree with what they were fighting for, especially now with what I have discovered in my mind about Albus Dumbledore. Like I said before I want to make my own decisions. I want to join you."
Voldemort strolled into the centre of the circle of Death Eaters to come face to face with Harry.
" Mors Comedente," he pronounced. Immediately a red and green halo surrounded him and Harry. The light pushed the Dark Lord up close to Harry and enveloped them together while the magic swirled around him. It lasted for five minutes to let the ritual take its hold. Once it had taken its hold Voldemort spoke. "I accept Harry James Potter as a Death Eater, bound to Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort for magic service evermore. I also accept Harry James Potter as my official heir to Slytherin, as we both share the same ancestor. So Mote It Be."
A flash of light from the halo turned into a colour of dark teal as the sound of lightning filled the bodies of Tom Riddle and Harry Potter with the dark colour.
Voldemort took off his Occlumens ring and handed it to Harry. "Put that on your right ring finger, Harry." Harry put it on. Voldemort cast a complicated Invisibility Charm on the ring that would prevent it from being seen under any circumstances. "I think Dumbledore has been scanning your mind Harry. This will prevent you from being susceptible to his ministrations of your mind."
Harry nodded dumbly, fully understanding what Voldemort meant.
Voldemort turned to Lucius Malfoy. "You have one chance, Lucius," he said menacingly. "You will go with Harry back to Hogwarts and cast the Imperius on Minister Fudge. Make him more incompetent than usual. Be creative. I have been told by my contact he is currently at Hogwarts for the Tri-wizard Tournament. It is possible my contact might be caught. I don't think there is enough Polyjuice Potion in his flask at the moment."
"MOODY," Harry roared angrily. "He's impersonating Moody."
Voldemort smiled serenely. "Yes, Harry Potter," he said smoothly. "My aide has been impersonating him quite successfully this year. You saw him a few months ago on that handy map of yours."
Harry's head was working fast. "Barty Crouch Junior isn't dead, is he?"
"Very perceptive, Harry," Voldemort responded. "His father broke him out of Azkaban ten years ago for his wife. When you go back to Hogwarts don't tell him that you are now inducted. I have a feeling Dumbledore knows he's in the castle. When you go back do not tell him what actually happened here, understand."
Harry nodded in agreement.
"Now, Harry Potter," Voldemort continued. "You shall take the Tri-Wizard Cup back to Hogwarts, but before you do we need to give a sign we duelled, so AVADA KEDAVRA." He cast the spell at his father's grave. He nearly screamed in shock as he could have sworn he saw the eyes of the Statue turn red and look at him, however it was gone. He distanced himself from the Death Statue.
"Expelliarmus," Harry called out lazily. The red light left his wand and hit Wormtail, who was begging Lord Voldemort for a hand.
"No hands for him," Harry told Voldemort. "He's too traitorous."
"Would you like him dead?"
Harry nodded. He watched the green light of thee Killing Curse connect with Wormtail's body.
He watched Nagini swallow the rat before he and a disillusioned Lucius Malfoy grabbed the Tri-Wizard Cup.
He opened his eyes.
He was looking up at the starry sky, and Albus Dumbledore was crouched over him. The dark shadows of a crowd of people pressed in around them, pushing nearer; Harry felt the ground beneath his head reverberating with their footsteps.
He had come back to the edge of the maze. He could see the stands rising above him, the shapes of people moving in them, the stars above.
Harry let go of the cup, but he clutched Cedric to him even more tightly. He raised his free hand and seized Dumbledore's wrist, while Dumbledore's face swam in and out of focus.
"He's back," Harry whispered. "He's back. Voldemort."
"What's going on? What's happened?"
The face of Cornelius Fudge appeared upside down over Harry; it looked white, appalled.
"My God — Diggory!" it whispered. "Dumbledore — he's dead!"
The words were repeated, the shadowy figures pressing in on them gasped it to those around them … and then others shouted it — screeched it — into the night — "He's dead!" "He's dead!" "Cedric Diggory! Dead!"
"Harry, let go of him," he heard Fudge's voice say, and he felt fingers trying to pry him from Cedric's limp body, but Harry wouldn't let him go. Then Dumbledore's face, which was still blurred and misted, came closer.
"It's all right, son, I've got you … come on … hospital wing …"
"Hello Barty Crouch Junior," Harry said in pretended venom. They were both in 'Moody's' office.
"So the Dark Lord told you I was alive," the man muttered. "No matter, I will kill you myself. I will be rewarded beyond the other Death Eaters."
"EXPELLIARMUS," roared the ancient voice of Albus Dumbledore, who burst into the room. Harry telepathically told Voldemort that Barty had been caught.
His scar hurt for a moment. Better off being honest. Dumbledore still believed him to be his pawn after all.
"He knows you caught the imposter," Harry told him.
Dumbledore nodded at Harry's words.
"Severus, please fetch me the strongest Truth Potion you possess, and then go down to the kitchens and bring up the house-elf called Winky. Minerva, kindly go down to Hagrid's house, where you will find a large black dog sitting in the pumpkin patch. Take the dog up to my office, tell him I will be with him shortly, then come back here."
Harry stared at Dumbledore and back at Moody. Barty Crouch hadn't even transformed back to himself yet and yet Dumbledore was asking Snape to bring up the Crouch family elf. It was enough confirmation for him. Dumbledore knew a believed dead man was in this room.
"How did you know to call Winky, Professor?" Harry asked the man.
"What do you mean Harry?" the old man asked, although there was a certain edginess to his voice.
"He hasn't transformed yet," Harry said pointing to Moody. "Everyone believed him to be dead. Tom told me he was the one in Hogwarts who is the spy. You knew who he was, didn't you?"
Dumbledore was furious. He had slipped up and didn't realize it. Even worse, Harry believed him to know about it. Time for an Obliviation.
Harry knew what Dumbledore was about to do. "Maybe it's just the stress," he said pretending to rub his head. "I'm sorry Professor Dumbledore. I shouldn't underestimate your intelligence." He said in a meek voice.
Dumbledore didn't touch his wand, believing Harry immediately.
Soon the truth came out of Barty Crouch Junior. The full story of how he escaped Azkaban. How Bertha Jorkins came into the fold. Voldemort rescuing him from his father's imprisonment. And where the Dark Lord was hiding -in Little Hangleton.
Later on when Harry was taken off to Dumbledore's office with a large black dog Lucius Malfoy -while still invisible- found Cornelius Fudge with Minerva McGonagall with a Dementor.
"Keep the beast outside," she screeched at the Minister. The Minister was about to comply. Most people would be scared enough of Minerva McGonagall that they would do what they were told.
"Imperio," Lucius Malfoy whispered, putting all the power he had into the spell. Take the Dementor into the castle, ignore Minerva, have Khamûl suck out the soul of Barty Crouch Junior before he says a word.
He watched as Fudge moved passed the Deputy Headmistress, the Dementor trailing along in his wake. He soon heard a scream coming from the castle, then silence drowned out the air. Students were still at the Quidditch Pitch.
Everything was now escalating. With Harry Potter now on the side of the Dark Lord, changes would come, thought Lucius. The Wizarding World won't know what hit it.
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