Redemption
Chapter 1: Capture
A/N- Hello Everybody! This starts at the end of the sorcerers' stone. Expect updates maybe once a week. Enjoy!
Disclaimer- Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, not me.
"Get the boy!" Voldemort shouted in fury. Quirell responded by reaching quickly for Harry's neck. A cry of pain erupted from Quirell's lips as his hand started to blister and burn.
"You fool! Use your wand!"
Harry quickly tried to grab Quirell before he could reach for his wand but his former professor was to quick. In one fluid motion he took out his wand, wincing as he felt the pain in his blisters, and had the point between Harry's eyes. The last thing Harry heard before blacking out was a muttered "Stupefy".
After the boy fell down, Quirell searched him for the stone. Sure enough, he had it in his right pocket.
"Ah, finally I can get a body back after all these years."
Even after having his master in the back of his head for a long time the voice made him want to stammer like that weakling he pretended to be.
" You will be rewarded greatly for your actions of course," he continued on, "you preformed your part greatly.
" Thank you, my master. If you don't mind me asking, why do you want the boy? It would be easier to just kill him."
"Are you questioning me, Quirell?" the voice came out icy and thin.
"Of c-c-course not my master," Quirell stammered out.
"I will pardon you insolence this one time, as you served me greatly. The answer is because the boy would make a great follower. He is powerful; of this there is no doubt. The only problem is his loyalties.
Now pick up his body and lets get out of this castle before that buffoon Dumbledore comes. Not wanting to get a punishment, his master could only be happy for so long, Quirell quickly grabbed the boy and set of out of the dungeon.
Quirell walked into the circular room in elegant maroon robes. The turban was gone, the back of his head he proudly showed off to the assembled death eaters. They were arranged along the borders of a room, all circled around the giant cauldron in the center of the room. They all had their plain dark robes and masks on, not knowing what to wear when they were summoned. They were all anxious to see their master return after 11 years of waiting. Quirell proudly approached the cauldron in the center, and watched as the green sickly fluid bubbled in the heat. He reached deep into his robes and took out the stone, and dramatically paused. Then, he dropped it into the cauldron. The fluid changed from a sick color to a golden one, and the cauldron cooled and the fluid stopped bubbling. The death eaters waited in anticipation of what was going to happen next, their eyes following Quirell's every move. Then he bowed and dipped his head into the golden liquid.
His head was under for more than a minute, and some were starting to worry that something had gone wrong. Finally, a bulge started to poke out of the cauldron. It grew bigger and bigger and looked like it was about to burst. Finally, it did. It was a grotesque sight as the bulge finally exploded, with Quirell's brains going all over the floor. All that was left was a man, with pale white skin, standing naked where the bulge had been. Quirell's body was limp and lifeless, his head still underwater. The death eaters took one look at him and bowed.
"Rise."
Harry came to in a dungeon, with his arms strapped over his head to the wall with iron chains. Remembering previous events, he panicked and thrashed against the chains. The only thing he accomplished was cutting into his wrists. How long he hung there, he didn't know. If he listened closely he could here screams in the distance. Sounds of torture, begging, and a soft whimpering. He felt like he was going to be sick. There were no windows in his cell, and the only light was a torch on one wall in his rectangular prison. The door was made of steel, with no knob or anything to grab onto on his side. The walls were filthy and in some spots he could see deep red stains, and it didn't take much imagination to guess what it was.
Miserable thoughts began to fill Harry's mind. He had lost, Voldemort had gotten the stone. How could he have been so stupid? Taking on Quirell by himself… What was he thinking? Now the most feared wizard in the world was going to return and it was all his fault.
What had happened to Ron and Hermione? Would he get to see them again? He hoped so, they had been great friends for the whole year.
But right now, his future wasn't looking so bright.
His brooding thoughts stopped when he heard footsteps coming towards him. The door screeched against the floor as it was opened. A man walked in, if you could call him a man. He had the palest skin Harry had ever seen in his life, and had more snakelike features on his face than human ones. Instead of nostrils, two slits were in the middle of his face. Flat shrubs were there for the ears, and two long cuts with a deep red in the middle were his eyes. If anything, he looked like an albino human.
"Ah, Harry Potter. How nice to see you again. I'm sorry you missed my resurrecting ritual, it was quite phenomenal. I must say the loss of the stone in the process was quite a tragedy, I had real plans for it."
A chill went down Harry's spine. So this was Voldemort. The most feared person in the world was a foot from him.
"What do you want?" His voice came out shaky and small.
"I've come to give you one last chance to join me Potter. We could be great."
"Go to hell, I'll never do your twisted work."
"Fine, same to me."
Voldemort lifted his wand, and Harry knew he was going to die. A bright white light shot out of Voldemort's wand and hit Harry in the head. For the second time in a few days, Harry blacked out.