A/N: Nope don't own this brilliantly illustrated world known as the HP universe; if I had money I would love to buy it off of JKR though. The plot is mine, as well as an epic OC(none other than the main character from a book I'm writing. She appears as a death eater too XD )
This chapter is a song fic to Monster by Skillet , however, the lyrics are not placed included. To find them I recommend AZlyrics.
Harry felt nothing as Voldemort held him lightly, crooning to him mentally. Harry felt himself surrender all to easily the pressure of the dark, the Dark Lords mind having corrupted him already, turning him against his own beliefs.
"Come along Harry… my…pet" Harry obeyed almost instantaneously, following the elder man through the trees to a larger clearing featuring quite a sight. Voldemort turned and lifted the boys face up to see his reaction, his exuberantly over perfect hair falling on to the younger's face, red eyes meeting soft obedient forests. Severus and Narcissa looked up from the ground in dismay, they didn't bother to fight the bonds the rendered them helpless, Harry had surrendered to the Dark Wizard all to easily, meaning hope was already lost. Every one knew that only Harry could kill the man, and vise versa; a prophecy only had one chance to come true, and neither wanted to kill the other, and for similar reasons. The Dark Lord whispered something to the boy in parsel-tongue, and Harry slowly turned in their direction, smug pleasure showing clearly on his face. The older man slipped something into the boy's hand… a wand? The boy smirked an pointed the wand at the traitors, his cruciatus taking immediate effect on the two of them and they began releasing their screams. He held them under for a hour before letting them go with a quick killing curse each.
There was a pale hand reaching around a tree at the other end of the glade, followed by a young, deathly pale girl around Harry's age. He recognized her from Hogwarts: a somewhat sadistic RavenClaw girl with very dark eyes, a year ahead of Harry if he remembered correctly. She had a sister to. Amanda her name was, fiery girl with abnormally sharp ears and an unusual hair color; Red-Violet with magenta and dark purple. The sister in front of him though shared few family traits apparently. Amanda had sparkling, kind, bright, green eyes. Asuri's were a deep obsidian, matching those of the man Harry had just…killed. Harry looked at her moonlight hair, and insubstantial clothing. She wore a simple black mini skirt and a corset. Almost nothing else. Even in this frigidly barren land of ice. Simple black boots and a glove that she always wore on the left. He could guess the reason now. She extended him a pale cold hand, black nails a sharp contrast to her stark white complexion. She offered a genuine smile flashing a pair of fangs. That was not something he had noticed in the past. He asked her about it, and she laughed. Voldemort whispered about her heritage; high elf and vampire. That explained the way she was treated by the other students, and why she'd joined this man.
He took her hand before realizing he'd asked her that question in parsel-tongue, yet she had understood. Her response was that snakes weren't the only things that things that hissed. When she relayed her hiss he recognized that it only could convey an angry-fear-me-type emotion, and that her hair seemed to frizz out with it. Well, she certainly looked feline, lithe, sleek features and a very small body conveyed her speed, grace an poise very well. It also fit her reflexes. Harry knew that the girl in front of him was raised by her grandfather. Not the nicest man in the world either. Her mom died in child birth and her father was declared missing in action, and suspected of suicide. The trio walked back to the manor in silence. A new era was already starting to replace the one that had just finished.