Time's Up
I am not blonde. I am not currently residing on an island. I am not a millionaire. If Harry Potter were mine, I would not have to hide Draco from rabid fangirls.
Harry doesn't make it back to Hogwarts even with Voldemort distracted. What happens to the Boy-Who-Lived now? This story takes place during the Goblet of Fire.
A/N: So I know I have another story going on right now, but I wanted to do one in the Harry Potter era, with only Harry Potter Characters. Yayy! This is a 3rd person story, so no individual perspectives or thoughts.
Draco: Well at least I'm in this one.
Me: You don't star, but sure. You're involved enough.
Draco: I don't like the sound of that…
Me: You shouldn't. PUT THAT OWL DOWN, DRACO!
Draco: Just wait until my father hears about this!
Me: Yeah, yeah. I don't think he really wants to. You're 17. Get better comebacks.
Chapter 1: Capture
As much as Harry hated Privet Drive, he almost wished he could go back. At least his relatives weren't this sadistic. They weren't much better, but at least he had a bed.
Harry Potter was currently sitting against the stone wall, his hands chained in front of him and attached to the moldy bricks. How could he have let himself be captured? He never felt so useless, so stupid.
He sighed heavily. The hunger and thirst he was used to, he never got much at the Dursleys'. But the pain in his wrists from the shackles, the constant pain in his scars, the welts, the bruises. This was all unfamiliar. And not pleasant.
The door opened with a deafening boom, and the lanky figure of none other than Lord Voldemort filled the room. Harry nearly screamed with pain at his presence. Blood oozed into his dry mouth, easing the pain in his throat despite its metallic taste.
Voldemort smirked at the small boy huddled in the corner. "Crucio" he whispered, delighting in the boy's screeches and pleas. For nearly four months now he had work on the boy. Harry was cracking. They both knew it.
What Harry didn't know, was that the Light already believed him dead. Cedric's body was transfigured to look like the boy savior of the Wizarding World, Cedric himself framed as a traitor. None knew the truth but the boy chained to the wall, Lord Voldemort himself, and the Inner Circle.
A small whimper came from the thrashing boy. "Please…" he begged, "please…stop…" Harry knew he would regret the words later, but he wanted-no, needed-it to end.
The boy slouched in relief as the curse was lifted. His black hair was matted with dirt and blood. His once clear green eyes clouded and tinged with an unearthly red. Covered in cuts and bruises, one would think the boy was closer to ten than fifteen. He had been beaten. He had lost. Tears smudged the dirt and blood on his face, creating unusual patterns of clean.
Voldemort's smirk widened into a cruel smile. "Very well, Harry" he spoke the words almost kindly. "Imperio."
Draco: What…what did you just do?
Me: Exactly what it looks like. Made the boy-who-lived into Voldemort's slave. Mwhahaha.
Draco: You're more evil than the Dark Lord himself.
Me: Why thank you, Draco.
Draco: That was not a complement.
Me: Please review! I solemnly swear I will try to update both stories, but school starts soon. I'll try to finish Of Remembrance and Chaos before then, but Updates might get slow.
Love to all, Samsstars