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With shoulders that slumped and feet that barely lifted off the ground, the teen dragged himself up the stairs to his recent sleeping spot. Curling up as a cat does in its basket, the boy hugged his jacket around him tighter, attempting to keep the icy winter winds out, and quickly fell asleep in his corner.
The teen was absolutely exhausted, it had been a long day and he had had nothing to eat and only drunk the small amount of rain that was falling.
He was about fifteen years old, he thought, but couldn't remember anything before the last few days – he wasn't even sure of his name. Suddenly, a man in a black cloak and mask, making him look strangely out of place, appeared. He noticed the teen sleeping somewhat peacefully and felt the colour drain out of his face. This was replaced by excitement – he was going to be rewarded above all others for the discovery of this boy. Lifting the boy gently with a stick like object so as not to wake him, he disappeared with a crack.
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The Death Eaters were in a meeting with the Dark Lord when Lucius Malfoy appeared with a crack. He was feared by most of the Death Eaters due to his 'relationship' with the Dark Lord, so none but the latter questioned his late arrival.
"Lucius; to what displeasure do I owe this lateness?"
"My Lord," the man named Lucius started, "I found this on the street. I take it you know who he is, My Lord?"
"Ah, of course," the Dark Lord stated looking down at the face of the boy. "How I have wanted this meeting to occur. Gentlemen," he began, looking at the Death Eaters surrounding him, "We have none other than Harry Potter in our midst."
At this proclamation, the Death Eaters began cheering. At the sudden loud noises, the boy named Harry woke with a start. He looked around confusedly, having no idea where he was. It looked like a meeting of some sort, and their leader – Harry took a sharp breath at the sight of him. He had bright red eyes and slits for nostrils – his face closely resembling that of a snake. Harry felt himself filling with fear even though he had no idea who this man was.
"Ah, Harry. I see you've decided to join us once again." The boy looked around wondering whom this man was talking to. Upon realising he was the only one not dressed the same, he figured he must be Harry.
Harry looked back at the Dark Lord with a puzzled expression. "Yes, I was talking to you Harry. I am curious however, as to why you seem to have no idea who, and where, you are; feigning ignorance won't save you."
Harry felt his throat constrict at this question. He had no idea who he was and was concerned that this man knew him.
"I- I'm- Harry," he stuttered.
"Yes, I do believe we already know that. I asked you, however, why you have decided to grace us with your company. Surely he did not come willingly Lucius?"
'Lucius, what a strange name' Harry thought, 'but why does it ring a bell?'
"My Lord, he was asleep on a muggle street. As you noticed when we arrived, he was still asleep. He had no choice in coming here."
Burying his nervousness at hearing these strange words and the way the men were speaking about him, Harry asked "Where's here? I've got no idea where I am, or who I am for that matter. Fill me in?"
"My Lord, I don't understand. What has happened to him?" the man named Lucius questioned.
"I am unsure. However, we must use this to our benefit. If the boy doesn't know anything, it will be all the easier to kill him. It seems an unsatisfying way to end this battle, but I must take advantage of this opportunity – it may never come again."
Harry stood perplexed, wondering why this man would want to kill him, and what battle he was talking about.
"I can see that you are going to kill me, however I would like to know why. I've never met you before and can't think of anything I would have done to you. Care to enlighten me?"
At this statement, a jet of red light shot at Harry and he felt the most excruciating pain of his life. His attempts to stay quiet were futile and he was sure the screams tearing from his throat would be heard for miles.
Suddenly, the pain ceased and Harry struggled to rise. Looking up at his torturer, he heard, "I will not take insolence from you anymore, Harry. If you truly are ignorant of what has happened, I shall inform you. You have been my enemy since the day you were born fifteen years ago. I have tried to kill you on numerous occasions, and have killed your parents and many of your friends. Oh yes, and your godfather too, though credit for that must go to Bella. How you came to be in this state, however, is beyond me – probably your Gryffindor stupidity once again."
A look of dawning appeared on Harry's face. His memory was coming back and he suddenly realised he did not fear this man – he absolutely hated him. There was nothing he could do at this point, however, as he had lost his wand in his last battle with the Death Eaters – the reason he had lost his memory. He remembered a jet of green light flying at him and then waking up lying in a muggle street – how and why he had managed to escape death was beyond him, surely there weren't Death Eaters trying to protect him. 'It must have been a stray curse' he decided.
"Ah, I see your memory has returned. I must say the hate in your eyes is quite flattering. I will offer you two choices Harry. Join me –" Voldemort was cut off by Harry shouting furiously, "Never!"
"But Harry, you may change your mind upon hearing your second choice." Voldemort continued. Harry thought this was very unlikely, retorting, "I doubt anything you offer will make me join you."
"A shame, Harry, you would have done well here. But that is your choice. You have obviously chosen death then. Goodbye, Harry. I am glad you will no longer concern me."
Harry had realised as soon as he was offered choices that he was going to be killed. He had accepted this fate years ago, but was suddenly fearful of death. He saw rather than heard the jet of green light leave Voldemort's wand, and braced himself for impending death. His last thoughts were 'See you soon, mum and dad.'
The jet of light hit Harry in the chest, his lifeless body falling to the ground. As the Death Eaters celebrated Harry's death, not one person in the room noticed a golden mist surround Harry. The light disappeared within seconds, leaving everyone unaware of what had just happened.
A/N: I've re-read this, and parts truly make me cringe. This marks the start of a rewrite, and then, hopefully, me actually finishing the story.
