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Chapter 1

That insufferable cackling bounced off every wall, rebounding back into his ringing ears as blind rage drove him forward. Around each turn he could hear the pop of spells being sent back at him, sending him darting back around the corner. Still he charged on, knowing soon enough he would catch up to her. Then what? What could be possibly do to make her pay for the pain she had caused him?

Rounding the corner, Harry sprinted into the atrium where he could see Bellatrix's sneering face waiting. He barely had time to register what she was doing before a flash of red wizzed past his ear, causing him to dive behind the glittering fountain. Another spell sent shattered concrete and other debris raining down on his head, as parts of the fountain exploded. Aiming his wand over his shoulder, he sent his own spells blindly in her direction. A sharp laugh pierced the quiet.

"What's wrong little Harry? Lost your nerve so soon?" Her taunt was thick with that child like tone that set his nerves on edge. Gritting his teeth, he spun out from his hiding spot, wand at the ready. Dodging a spell, he shouted the first curse that came to his clouded mind.

"Crucio!"

His voice sounded unfamiliar as it echoed off each wall. Watching, he saw Bellatrix fall to the ground in a tangle of shaking arms and legs. Rushing over, the adrenalin pumping through his shaking legs, Harry could tell that the effects wouldn't last long. She wasn't twitching and screaming like Neville had earlier, in fact by the time he had reached her she was already regaining her crazed composure.

A smirk crossed her face as she turned to look up at him from her vulnerable place on the cold floor. " Is that all you've got Potter," Bellatrix taunted in a slightly winded tone. "First time using an unforgivable, eh? How does it make the little boy feel? Big, bad Potter can't even hold the curse for longer than a second." The sneer on her face only grew as his grip tightened on the handle of his wand. He had her trapped like a spider beneath his foot, and now what? What could he possibly do that would make things right?

Bellatrix let out another cackle and made to rise to her feet, but Harry thrust his wand in her direction. "Don't ," he whispered, his hand shaking noticeably now. The smile on her face broadened, but she remained still.

"What are you going to do Harry? Hmm," she goaded "You going to kill me? I don't think you have what it takes boy." He could hear the childish tone in her voice, and his thoughts immediately went to his godfather. His dead godfather. She killed him and now she was at his mercy, and what was she doing? Acting like he was no threat. All the rage he had felt for the past few years began to build inside him, as he thought of all the people she had killed. The Longbottoms, who this woman had tortured into insanity, were lying in St. Mungos while their son sat by knowing they would never recognize him again. Suddenly Harry knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to cause her as much pain as she had caused all those families over the years. He wanted her to know what it was like to suffer. Yet, a small voice rang in the back of his head warning him of the thin line he was about to cross.

Raising his wand, he barely had time to comprehend what he was doing before his voice was ringing out over the empty room. "CRUCIO!" A wave of light erupted from the end of his wand, and he just had time to register the look of pure shock on Lestrange's face before it contorted onto a grimacing scream.

Her blood curdling cries were a complete contrast to the maniacal laughs he had heard earlier. Watching as she curled in on herself, Harry couldn't help but feel a small twinge of satisfaction. He was doing what hundreds of families wished they could do to this wretch of a woman. A slight prickle in his scar flared at this thought. Ignoring it, he watch with a blank stare as Bellatrix lost the ability to scream, her mouth merely forming a soundless gape. Her fingernails were scraping at the floor violently, some beginning to flake off as she tried hopelessly to escape her pain. He was just beginning to wonder how much longer she would last when a cold hand gripped his shoulder.

The prickle in his scar that he had been ignoring flared to a blinding pain causing his knees to buckle under him. His wand rolled across the stone floor with a clatter that seemed tremendously loud in that moment. A whisper came in his ear, barely understandable over his hammering heart. "I think that will do Mr. Potter," it said in a cool hiss that sent a rush of hot breath over his ear and a chill down his spine.

Harry felt the long fingers release him, and he fell forward onto his hands with a huff of air. He hadn't realized he was holding his breath. In front of him , an image of a cloaked man pushing Bellatrix's shaking body with his foot came swimming into focus. She gave a start before crawling, unsteadily and slowly, to her saviors feet.

"M..my Lo..." Her voice was cracked and weak, so much so that she couldn't form a simple sentence. What had he done? He had nearly tortured a woman out of her mind. Hell he had tortured someone! He felt like retching as he watched her clutch at the hem of Voldemort's robes like a beggar looking for food. And there he stood looking down on her in disgust, not unlike how Harry, himself, had looked at her a few minutes ago. No. He would not compare himself to that man.

"Get off me woman," the Dark Lord spat, kicking out a foot that sent her scrambling backwards. "You're luck you have such a merciful Lord. I could have easily let the boy torture you to death. Not that you don't deserve it." Bellatrix made to thank Voldemort, but he quickly cut her off. "Now get out of here before I change my mind."

Harry couldn't tell if Bellatrix was bowing or just unable to stand fully erect, but he expected the latter, as she apparated on the spot leaving him alone with his enemy. Surely someone from the Order would be here shortly. They had to have followed him after he took chase. However, he soon realized it would be to late.

Voldemort clasped his hands behind his back, and let out a soft chuckle. "You've surprised me, Harry and that is no easy feat," he said just barely above a whisper, but to Harry it might as well have been an ear splitting scream. Still, the man didn't turn to face the boy. Seizing the opportunity, Harry clambered to his feet and scanned the room for his missing wand. "Looking for something?" The Dark Lord turned on his heal, and with a gleeful smile waved Harry's wand in a playful manner. How could he have gotten it so quickly?

Cursing, Harry could only return to the one hope that remained. Where was Lupin? Surely he couldn't have been that far behind. Another soft chuckle broke his thoughts, and Harry raised his emerald eyes to meet the blazing red gaze that seemed to know what he was thinking. "What seems to be so funny?" the boy snapped in irritation.

Voldemort only smirked, shaking his bald head slightly. "It seems your friends are having lift troubles." Harry's heart sunk and it must have shown on his face. "No matter. We will be done here before they can break through." The older wizard paced leisurely towards Harry, who instinctively took a few retreating steps until his back collided with a solid pillar.

Voldemort stopped inches from him, a broad smile playing across his lipless mouth. "You know I came here tonight to kill you, Harry. After smashing that prophecy, how could i let you live? However," he paused here looking the boy up and down as if to size him up. For some reason this left Harry feeling more uneasy than before. What could be worse than killing him? The man reached up to touch the thin scar on the young wizard's forehead, however Harry immediate reacted. Putting his arm up, Harry made to push Voldemort's outstretched hand away from him only to have his wrist caught in a vise like grip between those icy fingers.

Pulling the boy's wrist around until the muscles were stretched to their limits, Voldemort couldn't help but smile at the effort Harry put into not letting a scream escape his tight lips. "I think I've found a new use for you Potter. A little...let's call it an experiment. An experiment on just how far you're willing to stretch that Gryffindor loyalty that everyone praises you for." The sick smile only added to the bile that was beginning to creep its way up the back of Harry's throat.

The pain in his scar was searing to a new high, and his vision began to loose focus on the situation. He could feel his conscious slipping. However, just as fast as the pain had come on it disappeared. Sliding down the brick column,Harry gasped for air, while looking around to see what had caught his assaulter's attention.

He didn't have to search long before his eyes landed on a figure in the middle of the vast room, his grey beard swaying slightly from side to side. Harry had never been more happy to see the Headmaster, but by the look on his face Harry could tell the situation was far from over. But surely Dumbledore would have a plan.

Glaring at each other from across the room, neither made a sound or move for several minutes. Dumbledore was the first to break the silence. "It was foolish to come here tonight, Tom," he said simply, but his demeanor never changed. Braced for the attack that was inevitable.

Voldemort merely grinned his famous smile, bringing to mind the former boyish form he use to have. "Oh I think not Dumbledore. You see I have everything to gain from this encounter." With that simple statement he reached down with lightning reflexes and entwined his skelton fingers into Harry's messy black locks. Letting out sharp gasp, Harry could only try and keep his head still, least he loose a chunk of hair and scalp.

In that moment a look of weary grief passed over the Headmaster's face making him, if possible, look older than he ever had. Looking away from Voldemort's triumphant face, his blue eyes came to rest on Harry's pleading face. Voldemort's high pitched laugh pierced the quite Atrium as he saw his victory was at hand. "You should have seen this coming you old fool. Instead, by ignoring the boy all year, you have set him up for this."

Dumbledore didn't react to this, his eyes still surveying the boy who trying his best to break free from his captures' hold. "Of course you are right Tom," he agreed slowly as if each word pained him. Taking a cautious step forward, Dumbledore switched his gaze back to the Dark Lord who immediately went on the defensive. Tightening his hold on Harry's hair, he tilted the boy's head back to expose his vulnerable throat. Placing his wand to the pale skin, Voldemort watched as Dumbledore stopped his advance. "I've grown foolish in my old age, but I won't let you take that out on.."

"HARRY!"

The shrill cry cut through Dumbledore's words bringing the attention to the lift entrance where several people stood apparently frozen in shock. From the corner of his eye, Harry could see Remus holding a faint looking Hermione who was on the verge of tears. She was about to say something else when a eruption of green fire burst from nearly every fireplace. Out of the nearest flame stepped a very exasperated Cornelius Fudge, who had apparently thrown on a cloak over his nightgown. Upon seeing the scene before him, the squat wizard came to an immediate halt, mouth agape.

Smirking, Voldemort turned his attention back to Dumbledore. "Well old friend it seems that our time has come. I hope you don't mind if I take your little hero with me." He gave Harry's head a little pull, and added with a hiss "We have other arrangements to attend to."

Harry had just enough time to see several people make a dash for him before the room began to fade away.