Hey all! Well, this is yet another fic I wrote back in 2005, and I'm rewriting it (and finishing it now) finally! Hmm...'05 must have been my year :P anyway this story will be much more sinister. Heads up, you know :) Also, because it was written in '05, it is obviously not compatible with HBP or DH, since it was written long before they came out ...There's other stuff I want to say but can't for the life of me remember, hmm...Blah! Enjoy!


Chapter 1: Lost Soul

Everyone is dead.

Slowly it all came to an end...

Starting from Ron—that's not mentioning all the others before him, like Cedric and Sirius, but that's old news. Then Molly and Arthur. They had tried to protect Ginny...Charlie died taking the blow for Fred....Dumbledore had died long before...

The Grangers....dead....

Half of the Light side is also gone....

How can there be more to live for? He should just give in. Yes, that's the right thing to do. That will stop all the killing....all the hurting....torturing....

Everyone is dead....But not her....She's still there...I shouldn't think about her....She'll end up dying...just like the rest of them.....

Too numb from pain; he feels nothing more. Too much loss causes too much pain, so much it goes past endurance...to the point of complete numbness if not insanity....It's irreversible.

"You were meant to join me, Harry Potter," he says in his deathly whispering hiss.

She said I always had choices....

"Yes," Harry says flatly. "You know my price."

"Of course," a hissing reply. "Not to hurt her...Love makes you a fool Potter."

"I don't care. You know the price," he solemnly repeats.

"I've got no intentions of doing so. By all means, I must say, we need her alive," he says, sitting in his throne-like chair, facing the fire.

"Explain?" Harry demands coldly.

Voldemort sneers. "You've got a mission, Harry."

"I'm aware, but until now you haven't exactly said what that is, Voldemort," Harry says icily.

"Her..." he hisses completely unfazed, his blood red eyes glinting with manic malice.

"What about her?" Harry asks even more coldly and almost through clenched teeth.

"You've got to get her," Voldemort says simply.

"I can't do that," Harry says flatly.

"You will..."

"Voldemort, you don't understand. They protect her like mad—"

"They don't know where you are. They think you are hiding somewhere...grieving your losses."

"I am not," Harry says quickly. Voldemort's mad if he thinks that Harry can just walk in. Not after everything that's happened.

It just doesn't matter anymore. I shouldn't think of her.

"I know," Voldemort says with an unpleasant smile stretching his skeletal face, making it taut. "It will be a simple task. You needn't worry too much. After all, they would never suspect you," he said softly.

"You can't go bursting into the Order's Headquarters."

"Yes you can. You know where it is, do you not?"

"Yes, but—" Harry began. He was about to say that he could not possibly tell him where the Grimmauld Place is, as he is not the Secret Keeper, but he then felt a familiar sensation in his head...memories reeling...He did not fight it, besides, it was too powerful as it was to try and stop it.

"Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place..." Voldemort said, looking at the rug at his feet. Harry was right in thinking Voldemort had just extracted certain information from him. He had seen more or less what Grimmauld looked like. It wouldn't be too difficult to figure out its whereabouts. It was what he was looking for. "I shall have to speak with Bella."

"She won't know where it's at," Harry said simply, his hands clasped behind his back.

"You are probably right. The Blacks didn't even let their own family members know where they lived." Harry nodded at Voldemort's claim. "....But you do." Voldemort said smiling his unpleasant smile once more. "We plan a surprise attack. I leave that to you. I'm sure you know the place well, seeing as you own it....We will break utter chaos. We will fight. She won't know you were a part of it...at least not until we have her here."

Harry nodded and dismissed himself. Voldemort was right. Getting her out of there would be a simple enough task.....


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