Disclaimer- eo this story belongs to J.K. Rowling but some of the characters cough, cough most are mine now ;) eNjOy tHe StOrY
Warning- this story has some course language and killing involved, also adult situations so….yeah
A/N – this story was taken off but I've updated it and put it back hope you enjoy it and if you want the sequel review…near the end of this I will give you two alternative endings, the story ain't finished yet but I'm getting close. So here it goes fingers crossed
New Acquaintances
Chapter 1
By Insane Angel Maegen
Harry woke up with a start as he heard thunder crashing outside of his window that he had forgot to shut last night. Even with the storm, his room was still as hot as an oven. He felt blindly around his bedside table for his glasses. He found them near the edge, and slipped them on. His bedroom came into focus and he slid out from under the covers. He attempted to run a comb through his ever-messy hair before walking over towards his door.
"But mum, I don't want to go to Bradley's!" Dudley was standing in the kitchen, whining like a giant pig.
"Now Diddykins, just do it for Mommy? You know the Caesars are a very wealthy family, and-" she cut herself off as soon as she saw Harry emerge from the stairway.
"'Morning Aunt Petunia," Harry said with a false smile.
Dudley was standing in the middle of the room like a giant roadblock. All 310 pounds of him. Seeing as Harry was shorter than Dudley, and weighed a considerable 160 pounds less than him, trying to get through the kitchen was like going through an obstacle course. He moved over to the left side of him, only to be met with Petunia's glare. He thought about reconsidering breakfast since his Aunt looked as if she was about to attack him.
'What did I do now?' Harry thought as he backed out of the kitchen. His Uncle had already left for work, so Harry got the rare chance finally to sneak out of the house with out being seen. A prisoner in my own home he thought bitterly
Harry was swinging in silence in the park near the Dursely's house, his only escape to be alone with his own thoughts. Harry quickly put on a blank face and straightened up, someone was coming. Harry slowly swung back and forth it sounded to be more like four people and they where making a lot of noise. The trees surrounding him creaked eerily in the wind Harry stare at the grey pavement, counting every crack anxiously.
"Did you see his face when I chucked him in, it was classic" they all laughed. Harry could just see them now, they where Dudley's crew of idiots. Not hard to miss with all of them in same or close to glorious shape that Dudley was in. Spoilt, fat, bullies. Of course Dudley's friends would all be like Dudley himself
"I wish we could do that to your wimp of a cousin Dudz" one of them laughed. He looked to be 10 pounds fatter then Dudley and was in the centre with Dudley. He was probably the leader of their stupid gang, or maybe Dudley was? The guy hand dusty brown hair closly cropped to his head.
"Yeah that would be great" Dudley laughed his beady eyes filled with happiness. Happiness at another's expense that is.
Even from where Harry was sitting he could see Dudley go stiff. 'I guess he's seen me' Harry thought to himself. Dudley knew that Harry was a wizard but of course no one else knew.
"Speak of the devil" one of Dudley's friends laughed seeing him. he was around the same size as Dudley and just as ugly. Dudley didn't laugh didn't even move.
"What's a freak like you doing out in public?" more laughter, again Dudley didn't move.
"Are you deaf as well a weird?" big and ugly grabbed the swings and came an inch away from Harry's face.
"I asked you a question!" he said his voice full of anger. Harry stared straight in the guy's eyes, still with that blank expression on his face. If he tries any thing Harry had his wand in his pocket. He didn't care if he got in trouble any more.
"That's enough guys me dad will kill me if we hurt this freak" Dudley said. He was scared of Harry and he didn't know if Harry would have the guts or not to do anything against him but he figured Harry wouldn't hesitate to hurt Dudley's friends.
"Don't be such a wuss, Dudz I'm sure he won't tell, will you kid?" He said hitting Harry around the head. Harry was starting to get really angry now. He slipped his hand in his pocket and squeezed his wand.
"Dudley I'm getting sick of your friends" Harry said taking out his wand a little so Dudley could see that he was holding it. Dudley went pale, he had got the message.
"Dudz what's up you going to take this from him" his mate said Dudley was put on the spot, but he was too scared to move.
"What's wrong with you don't tell me this scrawny thing has the almighty Dudz worried" all his mates looked at him. Dudley couldn't move he was scared to get on Harry's bad side but he had an image to with-hold. He walked up to Harry and as hard as he could punched him in the face
"Yeah! What a punch I haven't seen you punch a kid that hard before" his mates cheered. Harry put his hand to his nose, it was bleeding maybe broken. He slowly got up and looked at them. He was really angry now.
"Bad move Dudz" Harry said. Dudley was shaking, he didn't know whether to fight or run.
"Oh look he can talk and all we had to do was give him a shiner maybe we should do a little more get his speech up" they all laughed. Harry never took his eyes off Dudley. He slowly raised his fists. They all laughed.
"If it's a fight you want, It's a fight you'll get" the boys surrounded him even Dudley joined them he wasn't scared now that Harry was going to fight his style. Harry made the first move, he ran as hard as he could at the guy who called him a freak. He grabbed him round the waste and tackled him to the ground with such force that the kid had the wind knocked out of him. Harry got in a few Kicks before the biggest boy had him in a headlock. Harry spun his elbow right in the boy's jaw he heard a crack but it might have been in Harry's elbow. He didn't have time to look, Dudley and another kid (probably the smallest, still all bigger then Harry) was running at him. Harry dodged Dudley but the little kid got him straight in the guts with a right hook, Harry went straight to the ground. He had three on him kicking him where they could. The weird thing is he didn't want it to stop, he deserved a lot worse then this. He may not have been the one to kill Sirius but he was to blame. No one had said it to him but he definitely felt it. This was his punishment. All of a sudden there was a siren and someone was pulling the boys off him. Harry rolled over there where two policemen one had the little kid the other had the boy that Harry had tackled the rest where running. Everything was screaming for Harry to stay, dob Dudley and his mates into the coppers. But despite everything Harry jumped to his feet and ran as fast as he could.
Harry didn't stop running till he was at least five blocks away. He was aching all over. His nose was still bleeding his ribs ached and his elbow was dislocated. Yet he felt good because he was finally getting what he disserved, punishment for Sirius death. The night was bitterly cold, Harry was in his street but it still would be hard to get home. If the Dursley's saw him like this they would probably like to congratulate the guy who did it. Harry had to hurry anytime after Dudley was too late to get home. Harry sprinted up his street staying away from the light posts, clutching his sore ribs. If Dumbledore's scout saw him like this he would be totally busted. He made it to his front door, just to be on the safe side he peeped through the window. Good, his aunt and uncle where watching TV. Harry slowly opened the front door hoping it wouldn't creek. Lucky for him it didn't. The next step was to make the stairs without them creaking. Harry knew exactly which stairs creaked from living under them most of his life that was a breeze. When he got to his room he went straight too his mirror. Looking back at him was a pale and beat boy. Harry was starting to feel ashamed. He mopped himself up as best he could and put on his pyjamas. He risked going down stairs to get a glass of water. By then Dudley had got home and gotten change. He had no marks on his face so his parents didn't suspect that their little duddy kins had got hurt. As you walk into then kitchen you can be seen from the lounge room.
"And what do you think your doing boy" uncle Vernon called out.
"Just getting a glass of water I'm going to bed early," Harry said keeping his back to him. Uncle Vernon just grunted. Harry took that as a yes and went to the sink to get his glass of water. The kitchen door opened Harry moved so his face was covered.
"You think you're clever don't you for getting Nikker and Bounce caught, don't you? Well you better watch your back now coz we want revenge!" Dudley said. Harry had, had a ruff night and wasn't in the mood to let Dudley tell him what to do.
"No I think it's your crew of idiot's should watch their back" Harry said turning around. Dudley had gone pail not just at Harry's words but at the sight of his face, it was deep purple in some parts and yellowish brown where bruisers where soon to come.
"What could you do your not allowed to use magick out of that freak school of yours?" Dudley spat, but he was trying to reassure himself more then put Harry in his place. Harry just smiled.
"Who said anything about me wanting to go back?" Harry had finally put in words what he was dreading so much, if he really was going back to Hogwarts. Dudley looked too scared to move. Harry's job was done; he picked up his glass of water and walked out, still smiling. Harry dropped the smile as soon as he got out of Dudley's sight. He wasn't in the mood to smile. Was he going to go back to Hogwarts? The thought kept racing through his head. All he wanted to do was leave all this nonsense involving the Dursley's and you-know-who. Maybe that's what he needed to do, leave. In Harry's room Hedwig had got back from her nightly hunt. Harry closed her in her cage and collapsed on his bed. "What should I do?" he asked himself for what felt like the hundredth time since Sirius died and it probably was. He sighed no one was going to answer him. Harry pulled his covers up. He wished that Sirius was still alive, then he could have lived with him problem solved.
Things weren't that easy though, Sirius was dead.
"Why did you have to go?" Harry silently cried as he drifted off to sleep.
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Harry looked around. He couldn't see a thing everything was black, pitch black.
"Hello" Harry called "is anyone there?' but all that answered was his own echo. Harry was starting too get scared. 'Maybe this was Lord Voldermort doing some kind of spell' he thought. 'But he would be too scared to come after me after what professor Dumbledore did last time, wouldn't he?' But Harry wasn't sure Voldermort was mad and revenge is a powerful motive. He tried walking around but the place seemed to go on for ages.
"Where am I?" Harry called out in frustration. Frustration was slowly giving way to fear and soon enough fear would give way to panic. Harry sat down and silently whimpered to himself "where am I". There was a burst of bright light. Harry had to shield his eye's the light was warm. 'That's funny' Harry thought 'light isn't warm'. The light settled enough so that Harry could stop shielding his eyes. Harry lowered his hand onto the soft grass.
Grass? He looked down it took a second for Harry's eyes to adjust to the light but sure enough he was sitting on grass. He looked around there where beds of flowers all around him, green lushes tree's and straight ahead there was a waterfall. Where ever he was it was the most beautiful place he had ever seen but in the back of his head he kept having a sense of forbidding. Overhead bird's whistled, at the stream a deer drank and on the ground rabbits played how could this be forbidding?
Harry heard someone he ducked behind a tree. It was someone singing, a females voice. It seemed to be coming from the stream Harry came out of squatting in the bush like an idiot and made his way over to the source of the voice. When he got to the stream the singing had stopped. Harry was disappointed; the singing was very beautiful he would love to have met the owner. And of course find out if they knew anything about this place. Harry stood there staring at the surface of the water as it glistened in the light. Harry looked up every where was light but there seemed to be no direct source. All of a sudden in the middle of the stream the water broke and out of the water came a beautiful girl. She was the same age as Harry and she had long blond hair down to her waist. She slowly opened her eyes they were a beautiful blue, the most clearest sky would look grey compared to her eyes. Just like this place she was the most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen. Even a Vela would look ugly standing next to her. She turned around and saw Harry for the first time; she hadn't realised he was there. She was frowning with a puzzled look on her face. Harry realised what he must look like standing there staring like an idiot.
"Um . . . hello, my name's Harry," He said trying not to stare. She swam over so gracefully still with that puzzled look on her face. She went to get out of the stream long blond hair pooling around her in golden wisps. Being a guy Harry offered her a hand to help, she gratefully accepted. But as soon as it was not needed she quickly took her hand away and ran to a nearby rock and snatched upthe rest of her clothing. She was trying to run away, Harry ran after her. He caught up and grabbed her by the arm.
"Please don't go" Harry said, she was looking at his arm holding hers. She seemed petrified.
"Please let go of me' she whimpered. Harry hated seeing those crystal blue eyes filled with fear.
Harry had forgotten that he was holding her. He let go quickly took a step back and mumbled an apology as he stare at the ground. She didn't move Harry had expected her to run, he looked up. She was looking at him with the hand Harry had grabbed close to her chest. The fear in her eyes was gone replaced with a curious gaze.
"Do you know what this place is?" Harry asked, looking away she was still in a linen under dress that she had been swimming in. It clung to her figure, a figure more beautiful then any teenage boy could dream of.
"Why are you looking at the ground?" she asked with a curious tone. Harry went red. All of a sudden she smiled and started to giggle.
"You are very bashful" she said smiling "wait by the stream, I'll go and put on something more… Decent" she gave a little giggle at the last word. With that she ran away and Harry was left standing there face bright red.
Harry ran back to the stream, he was really excited to meet this girl, and couldn't wait to get to know her. He was at the stream in seconds. It was so beautiful yet something so beautiful surviving in this day and age with pollution and everything made Harry really start to wonder where he was. He leant down and got a handful of water. Slowly he raised it to his lips, it was sweet and pure. Harry was surprised he didn't expect it to be poison or something; he just kept thinking something this beautiful couldn't be real. He didn't realise but he must have been staring at the water because the next thing he knew there's a quick little push between the shoulder blades and he's in the swimming hole. He broke the water and spun around to see who had pushed him in. There standing on the edge of the stream was that girl giggling. She had a beautiful white dress on. Decorated with fresh flowers
"Sorry, you looked like you needed to cool off when I left you, you where very red" she said seriously. For the first time in weeks Harry laughed. She looked puzzled.
"What was your name? I'm sorry but I didn't quiet hear it last time" she said politely. Harry did a funny bow in the water.
"Harry James Potter at your service and what is your name?"
She did an elegant curtsy "Azalea DeAngelis my sir" she said with a sweet smile.
"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman" Harry said blushing, pulling himself out of the water. He gave a little shake and went to join Azalea on the rock she was sitting on.
"So what is your story please tell I really want to know?" Azalea said with excited curiosity.
"My story? What story?" Harry asked puzzled.
"Yes as in your life story" she said eagerly.
"It's not a very happy why do you want to hear it?" Harry asked puzzled.
"Because if fascinates me all these people who get the chance to be out there, everyone's story is better then the last. Every one's story is different even brothers. You know what I'm saying? Like you never know the true outcome of a situation, or as I like to say the truth until you have heard the stories of the people involved" harry look at her thoughtfully, she just smile at him bathing in the sunlight, or what ever it was creating the light.
"You sure you would like to hear it?" Harry replied reluctantly.
"Yes please, but only If you want to tell it" she said looking at him so pleasantly Harry got butterflies. He nodded and began his story. He sat there talking to Azalea for what seemed like hours telling her exactly what had happened in his life. She gasped and laughed at the right time, she was a very amazing woman. He didn't quiet realise but he was staring at her she gave him a sweet smile. Harry went red again.
"Oh no you've gone red again do you want to go back in the water" she said looking at him puzzled "is it hot?' she asked innocently.
"Haven't you ever seen anyone blush before, Azalea?" he asked pulling himself up.
"No I haven't" she said excitedly "you're the first person I've met".
"Really?' Harry said frowning "how can you have not met anybody?" He didn't understand how a 16yr old hasn't met anybody. She had to have been raised by somebody.
"I'm afraid it's true when I was born I was put in this garden, and the only friends I've ever had are the animals" She said on a sadder note. This couldn't be true how could animals raise a child?
"How did you learn English?" Harry said thinking of all the things that made her story a lie.
"When I was old enough to read the animals I was staying with gave me a note" She looked away "it was from my parents, I was shocked at first because I didn't have a clue what reading was, and surprisingly I could do it. The note said that a Great War has broken out between our kind, the Wholly ones. Something to do with a god turning evil and interfering with the balance of earth by giving a wizard an extreme amount of dark energy. It said that one-day I would be able to stop this. Because of a spell my parents put on me I'm able to learn things extremely fast until I was about thirteen when I had to start learning things the old fashioned way". It was strange, how could this story be true and what are these 'Wholly ones?' but from the look on her face as she told her story, she did not tell a single lie. She does seem to be the kind of person whom never told a lie, her piercing blue eyes just didn't seem to be tainted. Harry looked at her; she was looking at him with those beautiful blue eyes, her blonde hair blowing in the wind. He could not think wrongly of her and he felt bad for doing so. A tear ran down her cheek it must have really upset her to tell the story, Harry felt bad.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you," he said. Another tear ran down her cheek and a light rain started. Harry took off the jacket he was wearing. For the first time he was aware of what he was wearing. He had on Denim jeans and a white singlet and in his hand he clutched a fine jacket, it seemed to feel like snake scales he remembered seeing them before but couldn't think of where. He didn't really care what he was wearing and hurried over to where Azalea was standing. He lifted the jacket up over her head so she wouldn't get wet.
"We better go find shelter before it gets worse" Harry said over the sound of pounding rain.
"I'm sorry" Azalea said and went into Harry's arms. She let out a sob and the rain fell even heavier. Harry rapped one arm around her and the other kept up his jacket.
"It's ok. It isn't your fault it's raining" Harry said squeezing her closer. Heart racing, he had never been like this with a girl he would have been to shy, but with Azalea it seemed like he could do anything.
"Yes it is" she said her voice muffled against his chest. "This place is connected along with earth to how I feel, so because I'm crying it's raining," she said letting out a sob. Harry was shocked by this little piece of knowledge, but recovered quickly Azalea needed him if she didn't stop crying soon this forest would be flooded the stream had already started to reach its boundary.
"I'm left alone here, how could a parent do that? Maybe they just left me here to die" she said crying freely. The rain drops were now the size of 20cent pieces He took his free hand and lifted her chin up so they where looking eye to eye.
"You aren't alone any more, you have me" He said staring into her eyes. They stare into each other's eyes for what seemed like forever his soul pouring into hers. They slowly leaned a little closer to one another their lips almost touching. Harry closed his eyes and leaned forward a little more. Something didn't feel right he opened his eyes everything was dark a sudden rush of panic went through him. Then his eye's adjusted and he realised he was back in his bedroom. Rain was pounding on his window.
'A dream? It felt so… real' he sat up and stare out the window, something was wrong with how it was raining. He remembered hearing the weather forecast yesterday saying it was going to be dry all week and even today it was about 30 degrees without a cloud in the sky. "This place is connected along with earth to how I feel" Azalea's words ran though his head. His dream girl, could it all have been a dream? It was so real he had felt everything. Harry got up out of bed; he was covered in a cold sweat. He looked in his mirror all his bruises where gone
"How?' he said running a hand over his face. Something urged him to walk to the window he looked out into the night. Something caught his eye down on the street. Three hooded figures where walking through the rain. They reached the driveway of number four, the Dursley's. Harry could recognise them anywhere, Death eaters his heart gave an involuntary lurch of panic. Harry ran from the window to his desk as fast as he could he grabbed his wand and ran to his aunt's room, she was the reason Vernon hadn't thrown Harry out. She was also his mother's sister so maybe she could understand how important the situation is. He ran into her room as fast as he could and skidded to a halt in front of his sleeping aunt. He put a hand on her shoulder and shook her violently
"Aunt Petunia, Aunt Petunia" he said. She opened her eyes and took one look at Harry; she looked like she was going to scream. Harry quickly put a hand over his Auntie's mouth and put a finger to his lips.
"Ssshhh, I'm going to take my hand away please don't scream" he frantically whispered. He slowly took his hand away, she didn't scream.
"What's wrong? What are you doing in here?" She whispered looking disgusted.
"You have to wake up Dudley and Vernon as quietly as you can" Harry said looking around waiting for death eaters to sworn in "Tell them to leave everything just get here as quick as you can" Petunia had gone very pail
"Why what's happening" she said her voice a bit high pitched.
"Out in the storm I saw three death eaters, they're not alone I can feel it I don't know how to explain but there coming here if we don't get out of the house quick enough where all dead" Harry said. Aunt Petunia looked like a ghost, she was sickly pail. "If I know them as well as I think they will have surrounded the house, the only way out is magick" Petunia seemed to have stopped moving. "Hurry up, they could be in the house already" Harry whispered urgently, that did it she was up and running to Dudley's room in seconds she was back, dragging behind her a half asleep Dudley.
"What's going on" Harry's Uncle whinged now getting up. As soon as Harry's aunt was in the room Harry shut the door and did a locking spell on the door.
"WHA…" Uncle Vernon started but Aunt Petunia put her hand over his mouth.
"Both of you have to be as quiet as you can" Petunia squeaked. She was very pail.
"What's going on and why is that boy using that thing in my house?!" Vernon grumbled looking extremely disgusted and angry. This question wasn't to Harry but it seemed that he was expected to answer it.
"Out in the storm I saw death eaters coming to the house" Harry replied. His mind was elsewhere, he was to busy trying to figure a way out of the house without getting caught.
"So you had a bloody bad dream, why are we here?' Vernon said still in a whisper.
"It wasn't a dream" Harry shot back but seeing Vernon unbelieving face he continued. "I don't know how to explain this but I can feel them, there life force or something like it". One thing uncle Vernon hated more then magick was wacko's and at this moment Harry must have looked like one.
"Please you have to believe me, if I wasn't serious would I have done that locking spell on the door, for that I'll get expelled and maybe sent to prison, we have laws and you know that" Harry said. All of a sudden there was a spell cast down stairs Harry looked to the door he couldn't see anything. Yet he was positive a spell had been cast. He had sensed it but how could he sense spells when Dumbledore couldn't, or could he?
"What is it?" Petunia whispered I guess at least she believes me; Vernon will do what she tells him.
"Someone just cast a spell, I think it came from the kitchen" Harry said nervously. "We have to get out of here" Harry was surprisingly staying calm.
"Well why cant we go through the fireplace like that red haired guy did" Petunia said referring to Ron's dad. The Dursley's had a fire place installed in their bedroom just last year when the winters started to get cold. It was a good idea but Harry didn't have any flu powder. He told Aunt Petunia as quickly as he could, another spell had been cast.
"They're here because they want to kill me, so I think the only way for any of us to get out of here alive is if I distract them. Get them as far away from the house as I can before they catch me. You will be in the car driving as fast as you can and you can't look back, you aren't involved in this and when they do kill me I'll have a clear conscience. I don't want your death on my shoulders" Harry said this looking at the ground. "You finally have your wish for me to be killed come true uncle Vernon" Harry said with a phoney smile. That was the first time Harry had called Vernon 'uncle' and actually meant it, it would also be the last. "Follow the plan as quick as you can" Harry blurted out. Before any of them could answer Harry ran out the door.
His Heart racing he ran down the stairs and through the living room. A bright light came from the kitchen, two more from the hall. Harry rolled out of the way. In seconds he was on his feet again and shooting through the front door. But instead of going through it he ran into it. A spell, summing up all his power he held his wand up and shouted
"Alohamora" the door swung open. It was raining hard, Harry instantly thought of Azalea and a strong rush to survive went through him. He had to live to see her again or at least dream of her. And he never wanted to upset Mrs. Weasley and dying would definitely upset her Harry said smiling to himself. Footsteps where following him, chasing him. There where at least four of them by the sound of it. Harry could feel them and was positive that there were at least 20 in the area but he could not feel Voldermort anywhere, strange. Something was in front of him he couldn't see what it was but felt them. Five death eaters, he seemed to be able to see them as if time had stopped and he was walking around them. Yet he was running, Harry used this power to his advantage and hit the deck, a second later blast of red light flew over his head. Harry rolled over as a green blast hit where he had just been laying. He had sensed the blast before it had been fired. To his left was the park, there was more chance of finding cover in trees then out here on the open street even if it was poring. A few more blasts came over head before he was in the full cover of the trees. He now had the advantage; he would hide in here when ever he could to get away from the Dursley's, so he knew this park like the back of his hand. After about ten green blasts Harry had got enough distance from them to climb up a tree without being seen. He chose a really thick one with plenty of cover. He sat there puffing, his heart racing. Footsteps were coming, he pressed as close as he could to the branch he was laying on.
"We can't find him he's hiding somewhere" He heard a deep voice say, only a few feet away from his tree.
"Oh Harry, why don't you come out and play?" a voice called out. He knew that voice and wouldn't forget it for the rest of his life, Bellatrix, Sirius's murderer. Rage bubbled inside him; he had to force himself calm.
"Oh come on Harry I want to play, maybe you just can't play with the big boys we all know your godfather couldn't" she gave a high pitched laugh. Harry clenched his fist in fury. The rage within him was boiling, he didn't hesitate. He took out his wand and shouted with all the power he could muster.
"CRUCIO" the green light hit her in the chest, she screamed for what seemed like an eternity when she stopped she didn't get up.
Harry screamed as pain rushed through his entire being. He fell to the ground. Someone tried to pick him up, he kicked out and hit something solid and he was dropped to the ground. There was another flash of light and Harry was yet again screaming out in pain, his back arched. Harry was kicked in the ribs and all wind was knocked out of his lungs. His power to sense things was working like mad. Instead of just the two death eaters there were now six. Harry took a gulp of air and screwed his eyes shut embarrassed that tears where rolling down.
"LUMINOUS" again he felt his energy drain into that attack. While they where blinded he got to his feet and sprinted as fast as he could. He was back on the street sprinting as far away from the Dursley's house as he could, he was trying to keep as true to his word as he could. He could taste blood in his mouth.
But he could sense it they where slowly surrounding him and soon enough there would be no where to run and he would have to face his fears. Harry felt a tear run down his cheek. 'Come on man your not a coward, face them like the man you are' the voice ran through his head, his voice.
"I am not a coward, why should I start being one now?" Harry said out-loud the words seemed to give him strength.
"But till about 5minutes ago you weren't a murderer" Harry froze. There standing in front of him the red slits for eyes gleaming, the spider fingers loosely holding his wand, and the sense of sheer evil, it was no other then Lord Voldermort. Like someone would say hello Voldermort rolled the word crucio off his tongue. Harry was on the pavement back arched screaming in pain, but this time when it stopped he wasn't able to get up and run he was hit again and again and again. For the second time in his life he welcomed death. He couldn't stop screaming, everything in him screamed of pain he felt like his lungs would burst. After the forth hit no more followed yet everything ached, his body withering and twitching in agony. Two death eaters grabbed him under the arms and yanked him to his feet the slightest touch made Harry want to scream but he couldn't his throat ached so much all he could do was moan. Harry hung between them not having the strength to stand on his own two feet.
"I believe you killed my faithful servant Bella with the crucio curse, impressive" he said. He didn't have the strength to lift his head but Harry could tell Voldermort was smiling. Someone pulled his hair so he was looking at Lord Voldermort the pain made his head throb on top of the pain his scar was giving off it was to immense. If he wasn't careful he would pass out, 'yeah and like that mattered' he thought to himself.
"Look at the master when you are spoken too" The death eater said letting go of Harry's head and giving it a hard knock which made Harry's ears ring. Voldermort was standing there in front of him, the symbol of fear, the symbol of death but most of all the symbol of evil.
Harry stared straight into Lord Voldermort's eyes. He had filled so many people with fear, he had filled Harry with fear but now after the pain he had just gone through Harry feared nothing, he accepts death. He spat at Voldermort's feet. The ring of death eaters around them seemed to go eerily still as if holding their breath in anticipation. Even the two death eaters holding him let go and joined the circle. Harry had suddenly enough strength to stand tall. He had just spat at the dark lord. He is boldly going where no man or wizard has gone before.
"You dare spit at me, your stupider then I thought" Voldermort said so calmly he was scaring his own supporters.
"I am not afraid of you" Harry replied. "You base your life on fear that is your power if people do not fear you what will you have? Do you think once and I know you will, you loose your power any of theses people will still support you? I may be stupid saying this but I sure as hell know I'm not the only one" With a flick of his wrist Harry was on the ground screaming in pain once again.
"You know, I was just going to kill you now but I think I might actually listen to Dumbledore when he said 'there are worse things then death' or something like that" he clicked his fingers. Someone hit Harry from behind and he was engulfed in darkness.
All Harry could think of was Azalea, was she real? Harry believed she was and he felt bad because at this moment he was either dead or knocked out. Which ever it was he couldn't see her. Harry thought it was mean to tease someone like that. She was so close to have actual friends and maybe, just maybe even…. Love. "I'm sorry Azalea" Harry said his eyes fluttering. He looked around he was chained to a chair; all of a sudden he was surrounded by laughter.
"Oh dreaming of a sweat heart are we?" someone called out. Harry was in a great hall surrounded by death eaters all laughing. In the middle of the group was nothing less then a throne and sitting on that throne was Lord Voldermort, his finger tips touching in front of him.
"Who's this Azalea?" the whole room went quiet at the sound of their masters voice. Harry didn't answer.
"Oh come on don't be shy you've been mumbling her name ever since you got knocked out, she must mean something to you" he said smiling. Harry just stare at him, 'he is really just a pathetic old man' Harry kept thinking. Harry never had the courage to actually look at him but for some reason he didn't fear anything any more. Maybe because his sanity was slipping?
"If you won't tell me I'll have to find out for myself" He said raising his wand. Remembering his Occlumacey Harry shut his eyes, eye contact is an important key. But still all the memories came rushing out; trying with all his might he erased all emotion from his mind made his mind go blank. Harry was again looking around the hall. Voldermort was standing; Harry could see that his wrist had a red mark on it, a stinging spell. Voldermort lifted his wand again Harry screamed in pain, the crucio curse. Harry hung limp against his chains once more.
"How do you know Occlumacey?" Voldermort said, his voice sounding angry. Harry kept a stubborn silence. Another blast and Harry's memory's came pouring out. Flashes of Snape teaching Harry came forward the strongest.
"Ah, so the traitor Severus taught you" Voldermort said "He was quiet good if my memory serves me correct, but Dumbledore is one of the best why did he not teach you?" Harry could not stand another mental blast so he answered the question.
"He was scared along with what seemed to be all his followers that you were controlling me" Harry said not lifting his head. "He said 'he wanted to make sure it looks nothing but a student principle relationship' he thought I would be used as a traitor".
"Ah, I see but I believe by doing this he has lost your trust, am I right?" he said looking at Harry in a funny way. Harry's silence seemed to be all he needed as an answer. Harry was thinking of Dumbledore and it made his blood boil, even though he was just trying to keep Harry safe he still had his ways of making Harry angry.
"Now my followers since I have the privilege of going through this young man's mind. Finding out what information could be of use to us, it is time for all of you to go retrieve the rest of us and maybe along the way a few more who wish to come join our society" he called out.
'CRACK'
Everyone in the room where gone except for Harry and Lord Voldermort. Harry suddenly became more aware of his aches and pains. His nose was bleeding his left shoulder hurt from when he had rolled away from an attack. His face, arms and legs were covered in scratches. A shadow fell over Harry. He looked up; standing over him was Lord Voldermort his red slits seemed to glow.
"My 'supporters' have gone to the ministry of magick and I have no doubt that there will be no survivors, I don't see why you should not be allowed to see what is going on do you?' He said maliciously "I will be going to the ministry now but before I go I will leave this spell on you" he muttered something and waved his wand. Harry all of a sudden was able to see the ministry, he tried closing his eyes but it only made it clearer.
"You are now able to see everything that happens at the ministry" Voldermort's voice came from right in front of him "Enjoy the show" He laughed and strolled out. Harry still wasn't quite sure what was happening, but then in his vision he saw death eaters in their black capes running around in silence. All of a sudden Harry was seeing into a room three death eaters had just entered they searched the room when they opened a cupboard there were two children around eleven years old. The death eater laughed as he raised his wand
"Nooo!!!" Harry shouted but he could not be heard it took two blows for the screaming to stop. Harry felt tears on his cheeks as he stare at the children's limp bodies. This continued for hours and he just watch as blood was shed, they all died in such pain. Then he noticed what Voldermort was doing, he was standing in the hall talking to the auroras if they said the wrong thing he killed them. Harry listening hard and he realised that Voldermort was recruiting supporters if they refuse he killed them. The next person was Percy, Harry look in shock "Percifield Weasley will you join me?" Voldermort sneered.
"I would never join you!" Percy shouted.
"Really because you have a rather large family and it would be such a shame if I had to kill every one of them" Voldermort smiled seeing Percy's shocked face he continued. "If you do not join I promise you none of them will live to see tomorrow" Percy was so shocked, he didn't know what to do.
"I will join if you promise not to hurt any of them" he said his head bowed.
"It is done now kill this man" If Percy was shocked before he was now astounded. "It is his life or your family's" Voldermort smiled. Percy bow his head and lift his wand the green light hit the man in the chest. The doors burst open and Dumbledore ran with the order of the phoenix behind him, he saw Mr. Weasley stare at his son. Voldermort must have seen it also because he lent down and whispered into Percy's ear "Fire a killing curse at your father" Percy spun around
"But you said they would not get hurt!" he shot back
"I never said to hit him just so it looks like you tried, let him know you are now mine" Percy looked up at his Father and aimed. Percy shot it a little to the left giving his father enough chance to avoid it. Voldermort laughed. Harry was fuming how he could enjoy putting family members against each other making innocent people kill.
"My loyal supporters it is time we take leave" Voldermort's voice echoed.
"You will go no where" Dumbledore roared. But Voldermort just smile and disappeared. All of a sudden Voldermort was standing in front of Harry. He let the spell drop. Harry had hot tears in his eyes.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?!!" Harry screamed.
"Quite easily actually" Voldermort said with a huge grin on his face. "Now you will tell me everything you know" he said. Harry looked at him.
"I will tell you nothing, you'll just use it to hurt more people" Harry said. As it was Harry had, had the crucio curse used on him about eight times in the last 24hours and his sanity was staring to slip.
"What made you think you had a choice?" Voldermort said smiling.
Harry was tortured for 3hr's, 3 agonising hours. Voldermort finally left him when he couldn't wake Harry up. He sent healers in to treat the wounds but Harry was in deep sleep and wished to stay that way for as long as he could. All the information Voldermort got was that Dumbledore had started the order of the phoenix again. He couldn't find out where because Harry was not the secret keeper. He found out about all the people Harry truly cared for, Harry kept his mind tightly shut when it came to Azalea. Voldermort found out nothing about her, he had seemed to have forgotten. Why should the dark lord care about a sixteen-year-olds crush? He learnt of the blue prints Harry had got a glimpse of last year, even though Harry didn't know where they were of Voldermort seemed to. And with a great shock he finally heard the prophecy he had tried so hard to hear last year.
On the 3rd day of torturing (6th day there, time in between to heal old wounds so Voldermort could make new ones) three people were dragged into Harry's personal torture chamber. Harry recognised them straightaway, the Dursley's. By the look of the cuts and bruises they had been here the whole time. But Harry hadn't been able too sense them because he was too delirious and the fact that he hadn't quite got control over his new power.
"Vernon, Petunia, Dudley" he managed to moan, he was too weak to move.
"Good boy you recognise them" Voldermort said "now I'm going to ask you some questions for every wrong answer I'm going to perform the crucio curse on your uncle. Since he's a muggle it will probably take two crucio curses to kill him, once he's dead I'll move on to your aunt and then onto your cousin. So I suggest you chose your answers carefully" Harry's stared at his last remaining family in horror, he can't possibly answer all the questions.
"Understand?" he didn't wait for Harry to answer "Good, now with the prophecy, was there any one else who fit the description?" he asked just like it was a game.
'Yes Neville' but he couldn't say that they would surely kill him. He slowly shook his head as much he could. The movement caused him a great deal of pain.
"ARGHHHH"
Harry looked up in horror as his uncle screamed out in pain.
"Sorry wrong answer. Would you like to try again?" Voldermort said smiling. Harry just looked in horror as Voldermort slowly lifted his wand.
"Neville…huh… Longbottom" Harry said ashamed, 'sorry Neville' he said to himself.
"There's a good boy," Voldermort said. Harry felt the need to explain that it couldn't be; that Harry was the one and only.
"Not ... him ... prophecy ... said me... only me" Harry gasped every word gave him pain.
"But the prophecy didn't say any names so why couldn't it be Longbottom?"
"You … marked me … equal" Harry gasped.
"Oh yes that part of the prophecy" he was deep in thought for a moment. "Now changing the subject to the traitor Serverus Snape, why does Dumbledore trust him?" this question had gone through Harry's mind many times. Voldermort took Harry's silence for refusal and was slowly raising his wand again.
"I don't know" Harry quickly answered truthfully. Voldermort had not stopped raising his wand. It now pointed at uncle Vernon.
"I DON'T KNOW" Harry shouted. Too late a green burst of light hit him in the chest. Vernon's screams echoed through the room, they seemed too stay even after he had stopped and lay still, to still.
"Why… did you … do that … I didn't know … I was… telling… the … truth" Harry cried. Petunia and Dudley where cowering in the corner whimpering threw the gags.
"I realised that, I did it for pure ignorance" Voldermort said smiling.
"YOU MONSTER" Harry screamed and tried to jump at him but the chains just tightened cutting off his air.
"Temper, temper" Voldermort laughed, the chains loosened and Harry was left gasping for air tears coming down his cheek.
"The reason Dumbledore trust's Snape so very much is because of the prophecy". Harry looked at him through his sobs his eyes showed confusion. "Serverus was the one who listened in at the door when Dumbledore first heard the prophecy, he was the reason I went to your house and murdered your parents. See that was also the reason I lost him. He felt remorse for the death of your parents and Dumbledore has trusted him completely since that day. Now that you know on with the next question" Harry's eyes opened wide his mouth opening and closing in shock.
The questions continued and shortly the room was filled with Petunia's screams, then in turn Dudley's. Finally with no one else left Voldermort turned on Harry.
After two months of torture Harry had given up on being saved. His black outs started getting longer as the injuries started getting worse. As Harry's faith started to die down so did his sanity, the pain was too much too bare. Whenever he had the chance he now tried to kill himself. His hatred for Dumbledore was unbelievable, everything Voldermort said to him made him hate Dumbledore more. Harry didn't even care to shift through lies to find truth, if Voldermort walked through the door and said the he was the Queen of England Harry probably would have believed him, that's how little sanity he had left.
One afternoon Voldermort came with a different look on his face. He looked as if something was on his mind.
"I've been thinking a lot about the prophecy how one of us needs to die, I was considering that maybe they wanted one of us dead because we are to powerful. Imagine they were worried of what we would become if we joined together. We would be unstoppable" Harry was shocked. He actually wanted Harry to join him.
"Even if I had some sort of great power I wouldn't join you. You would only use me to help you kill people. And who is this 'they' you keep talking about?" Harry said disgusted that he would actually want Harry to join him. Harry had been threw extensive healing the last week so was able to talk fairly normally.
"When I was a young man I was full of pain and anger thinking I was too weak to do anything about it, I was one full of special needs. To my good fortune I met someone who could harness my special needs and turn them into a great power". He paused and looked at Harry. Harry didn't know what Voldermort was leading to by telling Harry all this. He didn't get enough time to think about it for Voldermort had started to talk again. "A certain lady named Akasha gave me a great deal of energy..." Harry suddenly remembered Azalea's story 'a war between the 'holy ones' had started because one of them had turned evil and gave a wizard a great deal of dark energy, that wizard must have been Lord Voldermort.
"To you it may have been great being loaded with dark energy but think about it when you needed something so bad a person just comes along and gives it to you for free. Come on even you know the world doesn't work like that, everything has its price" Harry said. Voldermort was quiet for a little while he seemed to be thinking.
"You believe in good and all that heroic stuff do you expect something back when you save a persons life?" He asked sceptically. Harry thought for a moment.
"In a way yes, I expect trust, friendship and sometimes maybe even loyalty all sentimental stuff. For you, you don't have friendship but you get respect and loyalty through fear and pain" Harry said. He couldn't believe he was having a civil conversation with the dark lord.
"I do not need friendship, friendship makes a man weak. All I need is supporters and if the only way to get my vision out there is through fear and pain then so be it" he shrugged "I do not know the people I am hurting and there for feel no grief it is their problem not mine". Harry felt disgusted in this man for thinking such a thing.
"What is your vision and why is it so important that you have to cause so much pain?" Voldermort thought for a little while. He looked at Harry and their eyes met. All Harry could see was pain, suffering and then malice.
"In the beginning it was for revenge, I wanted to take revenge for all the bad things people did to me and I did but I started to enjoy what I was doing for once in my life I was happy" he said this all truthfully.
"Then Akasha came and gave the power to me and told me to send someone to the hogshead inn. She had said 'What you will hear will change your entire life this power will mean nothing for there is one out there who is your equal' she did the vanish thing she does and left me. I sent someone out and got the first part of the prophecy but not knowing it was incomplete I went after the boy who fit the prophecy, you. I felt the need to kill you so great that I didn't fool around with your parents. As much as I hated them for defying me I still respected them for their courage and will to not let an innocent person suffer for too long" he let the words sink in. Harry was griping the seat, his knuckles white.
"Your mother was strong she put a curse on you so I would not be able to touch you, using her own life force, but that is not why I lost my power that night, no it was you, something inside you stopped me. I felt like I was being kissed by a Dementor all my strength being drained but with out the unhappiness" he frowned as he remembered the moment "you know how the Dementors effect makes you feel as if there is no happiness in you. Well when you did it, it was almost the opposite all my happiest memories came forward it was like you were draining all the evil from within me" he stood there frowning. "It is an extremely powerful thing so powerful that Dumbledore or myself could not do and you could at a few months old" he sighed and stood up. "Think about my offer I can cause you so much pain but I can also take it away" he thought for a moment "I should probably just kill you but where would the fun be in that?" he asked.
"You could kill me but there still is another who fills the prophecy and he could be the real one not me!" Harry said angrily
"If you're talking about Neville Longbottom" he saw Harry's shocked face. "Don't tell me you forgot that you told me his name" Harry suddenly remembered that he had and dread went through him. "He has already been taken care of" With that he walked out of the room leaving Harry with the terror that it was his fault one of his friends died.
Harry was asked the question many times to join Voldermort. Harry of course refused the offer, which led to constant torture. Voldermort did not tell Harry any more personal information but was persistent with Harry joining him. After another 3 months Harry could hardly muster the strength to breathe. He felt himself slowly slipping from this world he would soon have peace. The pain became so bad he ended up putting all his strength into trying to kill himself. Soon, he kept reminding himself, soon I will have peace.
One night Harry had an unexpected visitor. He heard the door open and silently click shut. Knowing it could only be a healer or Voldermort he stayed as still as he could, hoping they would think he was unconscious. So it was a great shock to hear Percy's voice whisper in his ear.
"Oh Harry wake up I'm going to get you out of here"
"Percy" he moaned.
"Don't speak save your bloody energy," he said, Harry heard the fear in his voice.
"Percy…leave…me" he gasped.
"I'll do what ever you ask but not that, I'm going to get you out of here I'm your only hope" he said in his superior way. He was fiddling with the chair, Harry heard him gasp.
"Oh my…the… oh my, the chains they've…" but he couldn't finish. Harry moaned, the slightest touch causing him pain.
"The chains, because hes hurt you so bad…" but still Percy couldn't finish. 'What was wrong?' Harry thought.
"Your wounds have healed over the chains, all the…the dry blood has caused the chains to be attached to your flesh" Harry not completely understanding didn't have a clue what was happening.
"Harry I'm so sorry, I'm so very sorry" before Harry could ask why he was sorry Percy had shoved a bundle of cloth in Harry's mouth. Harry's eyes opened wide and he tried to spit it out.
"This is going to hurt" Percy said. A split second later Percy had grabbed the edge of the chains and with all his strength ripped them off of Harry. He tried to scream but the cloth muffled it. He fell forward and Percy caught him. He saw a spray of blood on Percy's face, his blood. As Harry wept, he realised Percy was weeping to. Harry's head dropped backwards and in the dim light he saw the chains on the ground, dripping from them was flesh and blood from Harry's chest. Harry clenched his eyes shut and sobbed harder; each retching sob shooting pain through his body.
"I'll get you out of here" Percy sobbed. He slung Harry's arm over his shoulder, Harry was trying to resist him. It was causing him so much pain. He still couldn't quiet understand what was happening, not having much of his sanity. As Percy pulled him out of the room and down hallways Harry dipped in and out of consciousness. He was dimly aware of Percy rambling about how everything was going to be ok, how they where almost free. But all Harry could understand was someone was carrying him causing him so much more pain, he even kept forgetting that the person was Percy at certain points. It took them 30 agonising minutes to get to the exit Percy had mapped out.
"Harry we're here we just have to get to that door and everything will be fine, we'll be free" he was hysteric Harry realised. Percy kicked the door open with his foot and went to walk through.
SLAM.
He felt Percy jump shooting pain through his body as Percy swung him around. He tried to scream but once again the cloth muffled it. A warm green light was felt just inches to Harry's left and he fell to the ground. The cloth fell from his mouth and his scream echoed through the hall. When he could unclench his eyes lying next to him was Percy. His face was pale, to pale. His eyes wide open and dead. Harry to weak to move just lye there staring into Percy's dead face.
"Handsel and Gretel left a trail of bread crumbs it's fitting Potter that you leave a trail of blood" Harry heard Voldermort's cold voice. He heard him whisper a spell the words unclear. An invisible hand rapped around Harry's neck stopping his air supply and lifting him off the ground. It pulled him across the ground, the tips of his toes barley touching the ground till he was a mere foot in front of Voldermort.
"You dare to try and escape?" Voldermort's cold voice filled his ears. Harry was still chocking as Voldermort grabbed his arm and apparated him back to his torture chamber. Voldermort released the spell and Harry fell back into the chair. Harry took huge gulps of air ignoring the pain.
"His sacrifice was in vain, you are mine and no matter how many death's are caused trying to save you, you will always be mine" Voldermort said.
When Voldermort left him in the morning light every bone in both of Harry's legs had been shattered, slowly. Harry was left alone for the next month, complete isolation. The whole time Harry wept, till no more tears could come.
Voldermort rushed into Harry's room with around ten death eaters. The chains slipped away and some of the death eaters, but Harry was too weak to make a noise.
"Get him into the main hall, now!" Voldermort snapped. Harry was carried into a huge brightly-lit room. Chains were tied around Harry's wrist he heard them clinking as footsteps ran around him. Someone grabbed him around the mouth and pulled his lulling head up.
"We are expecting guest right now and you're going to help me welcome them" Voldermort hissed, Harry's wrists were tugged. He was being pulled by the wrists into the air. He screamed out in pain, it was too much strain on his body and so like many times before he lost consciousness.
There was an explosion from somewhere. Harry didn't care; he just wanted to die in peace why wouldn't they let him? He started to blackout again. He heard a door burst open at the end of the hall Harry was almost gone. He heard footsteps rushing through the hall, then just as suddenly the door at the end of the hall slammed shut. Harry couldn't even groan. He tried to open his eyes but they where to swollen to open. Shouts went up
"Were trapped' and 'he knew we were coming' they were filled with fear.
"Welcome to my base, and whom do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" Voldermort said calmly appearing meters in front of Harry. The other people in the room didn't seem to see Harry he was in the shadows.
"That would be me, but I didn't realise that you were expecting us" it was Dumbledore. It had been so long since Harry had heard the voice.
"To tell you the truth I only found out an hour ago," Voldermort said.
"Might I ask how?" Dumbledore said in his strong tone.
"I have my ways" Voldermort said coldly.
"Your ways are over we are here to finish you once and for all" a cheer went up.
"Really?" Harry heard something drop to the floor, he felt a great draining.
"WHAT IS THAT?!" Dumbledore shouted.
"Do you like my toy, it stops everyone in the radius from using magick" Voldermort said coldly.
"That means you can't either" Dumbledore said in his commanding tone.
"Lucky for me I won't be fighting you. This only works on people who are in the perimeter when the spell was cast, you may have realised that none of my people are here" Voldermort laughed. He clapped his hands once and the room was filled with death eaters spreading out around the good people. This is wrong Harry kept thinking it's unfair they are all going to die.
"You … can't… do this" Harry gasped as loud as he could. It caused him great pain but the room was so quiet with tension that they all heard.
"Oh, I can do what I want" Voldermort laughed
"Who's there?!" Dumbledore said angrily.
"I'm sorry did I forget to introduce my guest, he's a friend of yours I believe" Voldermort clapped his hands and Harry was bathed in light. The hall was filled with horror people gasped some people screamed. It wasn't only from the good people some of the death eaters even let out little shrieks. Harry understood why the image would be a great shock, he was thin to thin, barley skin and bone his ribs where clearly visible threw his blood-stained chest. He had nothing on but a pair of jeans that had been ripped off just above Harry's knees. All his bandages had been removed revealing the most resent wounds. On some parts of his legs he knew his bone was showing. Shatters of bone broke the skin here and there. Over his chest there were hideous gashes and burns. Blood dripped down and a pool was slowly forming two feet down on the ground. To weak to even lift his head they could only imagine what had happened to Harry's face
"YOU MONSTER!" shouts went up from the good side some of disgust others in sadness but Voldermort didn't care he wasn't interested in people's outrage he was only interested in bloodshed.
"My loyal servants here is your blood, enjoy" Voldermort said.
"NOOO" Harry shouted leading into coughing blood dripped down his chin. He started to feel the pain of his legs. Which seemed to be at weird angles.
"Wait" Voldermort said. The supporters held there wands still "he is about to die let him have his say" he said smiling. "Go ahead Harry, how are you going to stop me?" the death eaters laughed.
"You… are a… coward, to … scared… to fight someone… unless you… weaken them…first" he gasped he felt like screaming in pain.
"Oh I'm not scared I'm smart, this way there is no chance of losing and none of my men die" Voldermort smiled "Is that all?"
"Admit it… you're scared" Harry took a deep breath. "Am… going… die yes… but I…going to…take your…toy… with, me… lets…see how…the…fight goes… when it's…fair" Harry closed his eyes and focused all his energy into one ball. He took every last bit and made it real, in front of his chest a blue ball appeared, he didn't know how he could do this but it felt right. It was so pretty his head swayed, as everything seemed to turn into three. He focused on the three floating sphere's that Voldermort had used to cast the spell. They soon turned into one, Harry released the ball and it hit the sphere. The sphere shattered into a million pieces.
"IMPOSSIBLE!" Voldermort shouted but it sounded distant, a green light shot at Harry but the chains around Harry's wrists were already disappearing. There was a sudden rush of falling but Harry blacked out before the ground came. He smiled, for the first time in what seemed to be lifetime Harry actually smiled now he thought I can finally rest in peace.
A/N- They had finally come to rescue him but it was too late…stay tuned for the next chapter… I won't give away much… but let me just quote 2 bit's from the next chapter:
Next Chapter preview 1
" - You are my heaven" Harry said softly using the hand he had on her cheek he turned her head back and kissed her.
She sat there for a little while eyes closed; she opened her eyes and looked into Harry's who was just inches away from her. She closed her eyes again and leaned forward.
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"Oh I'm so sor..." she started. That voice, it couldn't be. He looked up. Mrs. Weasley was staring back at him. She looked very shocked.
"Harry?" she went to say but before she could finish he had turned in the other direction and ran as fast as he could.
A/N why is Harry running from them and who is he kissing? Find out next chapter