(A/N): Sorry if this sucks, this is my first time writing a fic and publishing it...sooooo I'm a noob... Grammar mistakes...please don't kill me for it... I'm too young to die Grammar police style! Um...I really am an unconfident noob at this...so be gentle! ...ok that sounded kinda wrong...but whatever... PITY ME 8) yeah... review and read...um...tell me whatever I need to fix and I'll try to fix them...sooooo yeah...enjoy 8D

Disclaimer : I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, then I wouldn't be here now would I?...

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Harry was officially screwed.

He was dying.

His blood and splotches of dirt cluttered his features. He was pretty sure that he at least had two broken ribs from the last punishment, and already most of the bones in his body were broken. His emerald eyes held a vacant look, his ears ringing with red pain and a cold cruel laugh that just wouldn't stop. He gave up fighting a while ago, as he didn't have the energy to do so. When he screamed, it was scratchy and afterwards he coughed up crimson blood that came out in little blobs mixed in with the little saliva he had left. The tears of pain had stopped, the tear ducts well dried, and his eyes ached. Heavy pants filled the air that came out with little puffs of breath. In contrast to his hot-blooded body, the air was freezing as if hell froze over. The white walls were bloodied where he could barely sit against it. The dark wooded floor shone and the only furniture in the room was a small round table and two chairs. Nobody was in the same room with Harry…

Except for Him.

'Joy' Harry weakly thought as he had barely time to think, and was more focused on breathing.

'The feeling is mutual little serpent. Honestly, aren't you having a great time?' If Harry could groan he would've. He had no time nor had he had the patience for the mocking tone and the snake-like man who went against everything he stood for (and then some)…but at the same time was so much alike him it was scary. However, he would never admit it…which was exactly why he never thought about it around His presence…

"Not saying my name now are you? Why, Harry, I have the strangest feeling that you're, scared?" Voldemort whispered and tilted his head much like a curious child using the link between them that was now accessible due to the research that Voldemort had done between punishment sessions.

'Bloody hurt that research was…' Voldemort smirked.

"Oh come now, that research wasn't so bad, now was it? Quite fun actually."

Although barely conscious and on the brink of death, Harry glared at the man.

'So much… hatred. I was like that too of course when I was younger. Why, my little serpent, you are more like me than you know…' He mused aloud.

'Just because I'm angry doesn't mean I'm like you…sadistic bastard!' Harry angrily thought which was quite the feat considering the circumstances. That was a lie though…

He knew…he did delve into the subject periodically, more often than not. Not that he'd ever admit that either…but he knew it was the truth…vaguely... Now was not the time to delve into such details. Such comments weren't very useful or comforting in the times of life endangerment at all.

Drops of blood eased from Harry's hairline and slowly down his face, stopping as it mingled with his other blood wounds and joining the bigger rivers that were eventually going to pool down in the ocean. By this point, Harry could barely coherently think.

'I'm going to die…aren't I?' He thought as he lucidly stared at the blood all over his body.

"All in good time, after all, I am a merciful lord. That's what your dear precious Dumbledore would've wanted." The lord held a slightly smug but bitter tone from having the boy-who-lived's fate in his hand, but he name of said old man irritated him.

'Shut up' Harry did not want to die hearing taunts towards whom he considered a grandfather and regained a sense of strength and coherent thought.

"Although, that would be a lie…wouldn't it?" He smiled like a snake and observed his prey carefully.

"He never told you anything, did he? He never told you how he had an unstable sister, or a brother. He never told you how he met Grindewald and how they planned to rule over muggles... He never told you how his father got himself locked up because he was a murderer, a practitioner of dark magic. "

'Stop.'

"He is the greatest light wizard of our century and maybe of all time not mentioning Merlin. How could he not know about your little adventures? The mirror of Erised and that little dragon incident I have no doubt he knew about…How could he missed the little fact that I was there, in that castle, twice now, in a row? How could he have not known that and you figured it out before him? How could he have had missed the death eater under his nose in your fourth year that eventually led to my rising and a killing of a student? Cedric Diggory, if I do remember correctly?" Voldemort chuckled as Harry seethed but said nothing.

"I'm sure the headmaster of Hogwarts, especially so high of his standard could've taken control of his own school, regardless of what the ministry says. Considering it's Hogwarts of course, a school with that high a power level must be more against the corrupted government of the ministry. Because of his actions what has happened to the innocent? Dear serpent, where is your dear godfather?" Harry growled and hissed, momentarily gaining back more of his thoughts.

"I am not wary about him for nothing. He is not that pathetic to be as so senile and ignorant despite his age… So Serpent, why did he use you when he cares about you so?" Voldemort crossed his legs and arms, and looked down at him in an imposing manner. He raised an eyebrow and smirked.

'…' Harry turned silent, expression unreadable.

"Shall I tell you why?" Voldemort uncrossed his limbs and walked towards Harry. He bent down, cupped his ear, and whispered as if he was telling a secret.

'…'

"Because he doesn't care for you. For the 'greater good' and everyone else is irrelevant. Face it; he isn't the man you thought he was. You poor poor thing…" He stroked his cheek lovingly and kissed his forehead as if the other punishments to get his blood on said forehead and cheek had never happened.

"Don't worry, Harry. I'll avenge you. I'll remember you when you are but forgotten even by the very people you call friends. It's time to say goodbye now." Voldemort hugged him and pulled back. He twirled his wand and pointed it at him. Harry shed tears of sadness, all conscious of the happenings around him and him being on death's doorstep.

"Goodbye, Harry Potter. AVADA-" And that's when Voldemort flinched, grabbed his head, and narrowed his eyes.

It was too much for him. He couldn't bear opening his eyes anymore. The tears made his eyes as worse as ever and coherent thinking tired him. Seeing the green light of death would make him lose the pride and dignity he had… well…as if it really mattered anyway. He was going to die. Everyone could assume that he died in an epic fight…a hero...He was the boy-who-lived after all. That was that…

He lost all control of his face, only barely breathing through his nose…He couldn't feel anything…Not the ground or the bitter coldness, he couldn't use any of his five senses…

'Such a shame…' He laid there oblivious to Voldemort's shock and minor pain. The tendrils of his mind, which was trying to latch on desperately to reality, failed and dropped into the sea of deep sleep. Whatever was 'on' in his body had shut down and was entering a state of hibernation…without the awakening after the long winter…

"But…that's….impossible" That was the last thing Harry heard until he fell into a black abyss of nothing.