Disclaimer- As much as I wish I could say otherwise I do not own Harry Potter or any of the others from the books. Slavery is illegal here in the United States after all. All I can say is mine is the plot and maybe a few original characters that will pop up now and then.

Sadly I don't make anything from writing this either. If I did I wouldn't be using a second hand computer to write this on or still live with my Mom…

AN- While this isn't my first attempt at Fan fiction, this is my first attempt at a Harry Potter fic. So I beg all you avid fans out there, please be kind. I'm hardly an award winning writer, and I know there will be a few spelling and grammar problems. All I ask is you please forgive those and instead enjoy the story.

Also I mostly write slash, so that's what this will be when I get around to paring off Harry. I pretty much already know who he'd going to be with but not saying yet :P I will say it'll take a while to get there though, and the plot doesn't revolve around the romance. Though it is important. I'll likely end up writing some light making out stuff, but nothing explicit here. I got a Adult FanFiction account for that.

9-26-2012- This first Chapter is now Beta'd by tonygestaple

"Normal speech"

'Thoughts'

{Speaking Parseltongue}

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Prologue

It was a rather nice evening, the temperature neither too hot or cold, and the setting sun was painting the sky a spectacular red and purple as it sank beyond the horizon. The only dark cloud being, for one particular fourteen-year-old scrawny, messy black-haired boy named Harry Potter, none of that really mattered. To him there was nothing nice about it. In fact, it was a rather unpleasant, if not downright horrible, evening.

He'd had to make his way through a dangerous magical maze in which he'd ended up breaking his leg while facing a giant spider, only for him and Cedric to be taken, via portkey, to a misty old graveyard. There, things only got worse. Cedric was murdered before his eyes, and before Harry could recover from the shock of what just happened, he was dragged over to a tall gravestone by the boy's killer, and securely tied to it. Unable to get free from the cords that bound him there, Harry could do nothing to stop what happened next, only able to watch helplessly the revival of the most evil wizard of their time, if not ever.

Closing his eyes so he didn't have to watch the newly-reborn Dark Lord marvel at his new form, Harry wished this was all just a nightmare of the type he could wake up from, but as much as he wished that to be the case, the dark-haired boy knew it wasn't. The pain he felt growing in his scar was proof of that.

Hearing the soft swish heavy robes made as one moved, Harry opened his eyes to find himself face to face with Voldemort. His noseless, pale face only inches away as he stared at Harry with two blood-red eyes. Harry would have leapt back if he'd been able too, but, as it was, he could do nothing more than flinch, recoiling at how close the reptilian-looking man was to him.

Seeing the movement, Voldemort smirked. "Do you not find Lord Voldemort's appearance to be splendid?" he asked, drawing back a little. He didn't seem to expect an answer, though, and spoke again. "I happen to think this body to be much improved to that of a normal witch or wizard. It needs little rest, and processes food much more efficiently, but, best of all, it channels magic much, much better than my previous one."

With a wave of his hand, Voldemort caused a nearby gravestone to explode, sending small chunks of stone and dust everywhere. A whimper from amongst the graves drew Voldemort's attention, for which Harry was grateful. He felt worse than helpless tied up like this, knowing, as did Voldemort, that the Dark Lord could do anything he wanted to the tied-up boy right now.

Walking over to his servant that was laying on the ground and cradling his bloody stump of an arm as he sobbed, Voldemort ordered. "Get up."

Doing as he was told, the balding, fat man that Harry recognized as Wormtail looked with hopeful eyes at his lord. "Master?" he begged, holding up his bleeding arm.

Voldemort ignored the plea. "Show me your other arm, Wormtail."

The man sobbed, but did as he was told and held up his uninjured arm. Voldemort took hold of it, none too gently, and pushed back the man's sleeve to reveal a black magical tattoo. A skull with a snake protruding from its mouth. He pressed one of his long, pale fingers to the mark and Wormtail howled in agony. Voldemort seemed to enjoy the sound, as a twisted grin appeared on his face and he held his finger there longer than he needed to. When he finally let go, Wormtail dropped to the ground, sobbing once again. Stepping away from the crying man, Voldmort walked around the stone caldron, muttering quietly to himself, seemingly having forgotten about Harry or was ignoring him for the moment. Whatever it was, Harry was happy the snakemans attention was not on him.

After a few minutes of silence, save for Wormtail's sobs and Voldemort's quiet mutterings, Harry heard a new sound. Some kind of soft scraping. It came from behind him, and he craned his neck to try and see what it might be. He didn't like there being something else out here that he didn't know about. He might be helpless, but he felt a little better knowing what was there…

Moments later, the large head of a huge green snake come into view, followed by the rest of its body. It reared up to look at Harry with its glittering, intelligent eyes for a few long moments, its tongue flickered out, before turning and slithering over to Voldemort.

{Ah, there you are Nagini, my dear,} Voldemort hissed to the snake, in the closest tone to affection he'd ever use. {I was wondering where you had gone off too. Soon our friendss will arrive and we'll learn who's truly loyal.}

{Will you let me hunt down thosse that aren't?}the giant viper asked hopefuly, as she slithered up and around Voldemort to drape over his shoulders. The snake's weight hardly seemed to even faze him.

{You would like that, wouldn't you?} he asked her. {Perhaps you'll have your chance. Letss ssee who showss up firsst.}

Then, a loud, "CRACK" signaled the arrival of a dark-robed and bone-masked man. His arrival was soon followed by a good many more cracks. The gathered masked and robed witches and wizards each bowed and kissed their lord's robe before silently moving into position to form a large circle around him, gaps here and there where people were still missing. They fell to their knees and waited for Voldemort to acknowledge their presence. So far he'd merely continued to hiss at Nagini and hadn't once looked towards the arriving Death Eaters.

Once all those that were coming had arrived, Voldemort turned to look around at the assembled witches and wizards kneeling before him. As he did, Nagini slid back down to the ground and slithered around the circle, hissing at each person as she passed them. Voldemort watched her for a moment before suddenly asking in a cold, emotionless voice, "Why have you all come here tonight?"

One of the larger wizards looked up at him, his face confused behind his mask. "Because… you called, my Lord," the man said, a bit stupidly.

Turning his eyes to the Death Eater, Voldemort pointed a wand he drew out from his robes at him, and hissed, "Crucio!" The man's screams rent the night air, and from where he was watching all this happen, Harry wished he could cover his ears with his hands to block out the sound.

"Yess… I did summon you all to me, but why did you come now? None of you cared to try and find me before. I was beginning to believe that none of you truly cared about me. That maybe…" Voldemort paused for effect, and glanced over to where Potter was tied up. A few of the Death Eaters that were facing Harry also looked over. "I was starting to think," continued the Dark Lord in a deadly tone, " that you were happy the unexpected had happened, and that a one-year-oldhad banished me. So I'm sure you can understand why I wonder why you've returned to me now."

The gathered witches and wizards shifted uneasily where they knelt, their guilt making then feel uneasy. Voldemort continued to watch them, his thin lips turned up slightly at their discomfort. "Is it out of loyalty, I ask myself?" he went on, as he started to walk around the circle just as Nagini had done before. Now, she was slithering over toward Harry, who wasn't too happy about it. "But," Voldemort went on to say," if it is so, then I find myself back to wondering why my loyalservants never tried to find me and help me return. You who know what I've done to beat… no, conquer death, you couldn't have believed a mere one-year-old could really have killed me."

"Master! Please forgive-" one of the masked men start to beg, but Voldemort cut him off with a wave of his wrist and a "Crucio!"

After a few seconds, he lowered his wand, ending the curse, and walked up to the twitching and gasping Death Eater sprawled on the ground. "Get up, Avery," he hissed not at all kindly. Without a word, Avery did as commanded and was back on his knees, bowing in moments."You ask for forgiveness? Lord Voldemort does not forgive. Nor does he forget," the Dark Lord said coldly, glaring around at each and every one of them. "It will take you all thirteen long years to make this up to me. But… I do reward faithfulness and loyalty," he added, looking over to where Wormtail was lying weakly in a slowly growing pool of his own blood. He still cried but it was mostly silent sobs now.

"Wormtail, as worthless and traitorous as he is, returned to me. Out of all of you, it was he that finally came and found me after I'd started to despair of any of my followers ever coming. It was he that, even though he isn't powerful or smart, made me a body I could inhabit until my resurrection, and he that learned of a most loyal follower that was wanting to serve, but just needed to be set free. And it was HEwho performed the ritual tonight that brought me back to my full power," Voldemort concluded, as he waved his wand in a complicated pattern.

From the tip flowed what looked like molten silver. It flowed over to Wormtail and fixed itself to his bloody stump. The liquid continued to swirl and shift at the end of his arm for a moment or two before transforming into a solid hand.

Getting weakly to his feet, Wormtail stared at his new hand with wonder, then looked to Voldemort. "Thank you… Master…. It's beautiful.…Thank you," he whispered as he approached Voldemort, falling to his knees to kiss the dark lords robes before hurring to his place in the circle.

"May you remain loyal and faithful," Voldemort told the balding man.

"I will my Lord. Thank you."

Voldemort just watched him for a moment longer before starting to walk around the circle again. Pausing by a gap, he said quietly, "Here, we should have the Lestranges, but they are in Azkaban... They were faithful. They tried to find me, and for that, were sent to Azkaban. When the prison is broken open, they shall be honored beyond their wildest dreams. The dementors shall join us. They are natural allies. I shall have all my devoted servants return to me and create an army that all shall fear!"
A few shifted uneasily at their lord's words, but Voldemort didn't seem to notice. He continued to walk around the circle, looking at his followers. Most he passed by in silence, but a few, he spoke to... "Macnair, I hear you're destroying dangerous beasts for the Ministry now. Soon you shall have much better victims. Lord Voldemort shall provide."

"Thank you, Master," murmured Macnair where he knelt.

Continuing on, Voldemort walked until he stood before the two largest of his Death Eaters. "I expect you to do better, Crabbe," he said, looking over to the slow man that had answered his very first question to the assembled Death Eaters."so don't disappoint me."

"And you, Goyle," he added, turning his gaze to the man standing next to Crabbe.

Both the large men bowed clumsily. "Yes, Master," they chorused.

Leaving them, the Dark Lord continued walking and looking at his Death Eaters. One of which bowed until he was all but lying on the ground.

"My lord, I prostrate myself before you. I am your must faithful-"

"That will do," said Voldemort, glancing to the man.

Moving past the bowed wizard, he stopped before the largest gap in his assembled followers. He stood there a long moment, as if he could see the men and women that should be standing there."Here, we are missing six of our brethren. Three who died in my service... One, who wasn't true to the cause, and Who sold out his own… he will pay. One I fear I have lost forever... He of course will die. And the last, the most faithful servant Wormtail helped me find. I believe you know him," said Voldemort, suddenly looking at Harry once again. Nagini had been curled around the base of the grave, but now slithered off to harass the Death Eaters once more. Leaving the circle, Voldemort walked over to Harry, who was confused. The only person he could think of that he knew that might be a Death Eater was his evil git of a potions Professor. But even if he didn't agree, Dumbledore trusted Snape. And Harry trusted Dumbledore.

Seeing the look of confusion, Voldemort smirked. "My Loyal servant is good at not being known about. It was he that ensured you'd be here tonight."

"My lord, please tell us," spoke up one of the Death Eaters Voldemort had gazed long at, but not spoken to, "how this came to be. We are all curious."

"Ah, Lucciuss," Voldemort said, purposely hissing the man's name as he knew it would make him feel uneasy, and looked over at the man that had just spoken. "Stand, and come to me."
Lucius did as he was told, though Harry thought it seemed he was rather hesitant to come too close to his lord. Voldemort waved his hand at the man's face and the bone mask turned to smoke and vanished. "You're curious, are you? Yess… I'm sure you all would be. So I'll tell you, and what a tale it is. It all begins, and ends, with our friend by here." Both wizards looked at Harry.

Determined to at least seem brave, even if he was scared shitless at the moment and his scar hurt horribly, Harry looked back. Voldemort seemed to find that amusing. "Yess, keep that attitude," he whispered, so only Harry and Lucius could hear, before saying louder, "You have all heard of how this boy, this child, brought about my downfall?" he asked, and the gathered witches and Wizards nodded and muttered they knew the tale.

"But," said Voldemort, "what you don't know is that this only happened because of something unforeseen. An old magic I should have remembered. I killed his mother as she attempted to save him. Normally, this shouldn't have mattered, but she must have called on the old magic before I came for the child, and offered herself up as a sacrifice to save her baby. By killing her, I unknowingly gave Harry a protection no spell of mine could get though. I couldn't even touch the boy. But now,… now I have fixed that. Now I can touch him," said Voldemort, looking right into Harry's green eyes with his own blood-red ones.

Unable to prevent it from happening, Harry felt the tip of Voldemort's long, bony finger press lightly against his famed scar. The pain he felt was so intense he thought his head would slit, or at the very least that his scar had to be bleeding. It hurt so badly. Voldemort laughed softly in his ear before taking his finger away and turning back to the Death Eaters. Harry didn't care much for what else the man might have to say; his head hurt too much to really even listen.

"I miscalculated, my friends, I admit it. My curse was deflected by the woman's foolish sacrifice and it rebounded on me." Voldemort went quiet again for a moment as he looked around at his gathered followers. "Aaah… the pain. It was beyond anything you can imagine. Nothing could have prepared me for it. I was ripped from my body, I was less than a spirit, but still… still I was alive. Just what I was, even I do not know…

"I, who have gone farther than any other along the path to immortality. You know my goal…" Voldemort said, peering around his followers, "to conquer death, and now I was tested. It seems at least one of my experiments had worked, for I did not die, though the curse should have done it. But I was powerless. I had no body to do even the simplest of things, let alone cast a spell." Voldemort paused again to shake his head. "I remember forcing myself to continue to exist day by day as I waited, for surely I thought one of my loyal and faithful followers would one day find me... help me perform the rituals needed to restore me to a body… but I waited in vain."

A shiver ran around the ring of kneeling Death Eaters, and Voldemort let the silence grow to further their worry.

"Only one power was left to me," he said finally. "The ability to possess the bodies of others, but I dared not go where humans were plentiful for I knew the aurors would be searching for any signs of me, so instead, I fled to deep within a forest. It was there, many years later that I thought my chance had finally come. I encountered a wizard. He was everything I dreamt of... weak and easy to control and, as a bonus, a teacher at Hogwarts.

"I made him bring me back to this country, and after a while I possessed him to supervise my plans. But they failed. I didn't manage to steal the sorcerer's stone. I was thwarted once again by Harry Potter," Voldermort said quietly, sending a glare towards the bound boy.

His head already hurting badly, Harry was unable to stop a pained groan from escaping as pain spiked in his head once more. It hurt so much he felt sick and more than a little light-headed. He sort of wished he'd just pass out as then it would be an escape from the pain he felt.

"I left the servant to die and returned to my hiding place far away," Voldemort went on. "I will not lie to you, I then feared I'd never regain a body of my own. It was my darkest hour. I knew I'd have no second chance at getting the stone, and I had given up hope of any of you coming to my aid."

"My lord-" one of the still kneeling Death Eaters started, but Voldemort silenced her with a "crucio" before continuing.

"And then, not even a year ago, when I'd almost abandoned all hope, it happened. One of my servants came to me. Not out of loyalty, but rather, fear of his old friends. But no matter, Wormtail did indeed find me, helped by the rats. You have a strange affinity for the vermin, don't you?" Voldemort asked, looking towards Wormtail.

"I do, master," the fat man agreed.

"With his aid," said Voldemort, "I was able to create a temporary body to inhabit while we got ready for the rituals to be performed tonight. Wormtail would have had me use any old witch or wizard that hated me for my resurrection, but I knew, there was only one I could use… Harry Potter. But how to get him? He was protected by blood wards at home, and then was at Hogwarts with Dumbledore the rest of the time. It was by pure luck the answer fell into my lap.

"Wormtail here got tired of caring for me one evening, and went to an inn for some food. And who should he meet there, but one Bertha Jorkins, a witch from the Ministry of Magic. Now this could have ruined everything, but instead, fate favored me. Somehow, Wormtail here got Bertha to go on a walk with him. Once away from the inn, he over-powered her and brought her to me. From her, I learned two very important things. The first being that the tri-wizard cup was going to be taking place at Hogwarts this year, and second," Voldemort paused for a moment to build the suspense. "that there was a faithful servant wanting to serve me, if only I could contact him.

"Sadly, after I was done with her, she needed to be disposed of. She wasn't even fit to be possessed," Voldemort said, smiling madly with the memory of what he'd done to the woman. The smile didn't reach his eyes, though, and looked totally wrong on his snakish face.

"My faithful servant went to Hogwarts and made sure Harry would be chosen as a champion, and then helped him with the tasks to ensure that he'd touch the cup, which was a portkey and would bring him here, beyond the wards and Dumbledores protection. And here he is! The boy who is said to have brought about my downfall."

Turning, Voldemort looked back at Harry. "Thanks to his generous contribution..." he gestured to Harry's cut and still-bleeding arm, "I now stand before you here today."

"My lord, will you now kill the boy with us as witness?" Lucius asked.

"No… I have other plans for the boy now," Voldemort said, turning first towards Lucius and then the rest of his gathered Death Eaters. "I do not know all of what the prophesy said, but I do know I've gotten nowhere by trying to kill him the past two times. Third time may be the charm, but I have thought of sometime else. Something which will get rid of the 'boy who lived'once and for all, and leave him knowing that I've won for the rest of his life." At that several of the Death Eaters murmured, wondering what their lord had in plan for Potter.

Harry wasn't sure what to think with regards to what he just heard. His head had stopped hurting enough towards the end that he caught the last of Voldemorts 'speech'. He had no clue as to what Voldemort could do that would get rid of him, but yet not kill him. A part of him really wasn't sure he wanted to know… This was also the first he'd ever heard mention of a prophesy, and what it had to do with them both.

Suddenly, the cords binding Harry to the gravestone disappeared, and he fell into a heap on the ground with a cry of pain as he jolted his broken leg. Groaning, Harry pushed himself up a little and thought about trying to make a run for it. He didn't have any hope of getting away, but he didn't want to just give in, but before he could try and find out if his leg would even support him, he was hauled back to his feet and dragged into the center of the Death Eater circle. There, Voldemort waved his wand, and chains sprang from the ground. They wrapped around his legs, keeping him from being able go anywhere. Voldemort let go of the spell, and Harry fell back down with a pained hiss.

At first, he thought the chains had something to do with whatever Voldemort was going to do to him, but then the Dark Lord said, "What I plan to do needs to be done during the witching hour. But don't worry, Harry, I won't leave you to get bored while you wait." Then glancing around at the expectant Death Eaters, he said, "As I usually prepare some form of… entertainment for our get-togethers, I'll let you have a little fun with the boy till it's time."

At those words, eager murmuring spread around the circle. Harry, on the other had, felt a chill run up and down his spine.

"I just ask," Voldemort added, "that you keep the damage minimal."

It was a warning to his Death Eaters that they couldn't use any of the really dark spells they knew. He wanted Harry to survive so that he would live knowing he'd lost. A few, like Macnair was disappointed about not being able to do any serious damage, but most were just happy to even have the chance of some fun.

...

Harry screamed and thrashed on the blood-covered ground, no longer able to keep silent, as another one of the Death Eaters took their turn to torture him. By now, he had completely lost track of just how many people had taken a turn at him, nor did he have any idea for how long they'd been doing this. He just knew that it felt like ages, and that he hurt everywhere and in ways he'd never before knew possible. It feltlike the person torturing him right then was both skinning him alive and boiling his blood all at the same time. If he could have, Harry would have bitten his own tongue to end this, but near the beginning of his ordeal, someone had conjured a gag of some kind for his mouth. It keep him for hurting himself, but didn't help to mute his screams any.

When the curse finally ended, Harry lay panting in a curled-up ball, trembling as he waited for the next person to start, only, no one did. Instead, he heard the crack of someone apparating. Lifting his head slightly, Harry looked towards the new Death Eater that approached the high-backed throne Voldemort had conjured to sit in while he watched the torture, and fell to his knee's to bow before his master.

"Ahh… Severus… my friend. I must admit I didn't expect you to show up tonight," Voldemort said slowly, as he looked down at the bowing man before him.

On hearing the name of the new Death Eater, Harry's eyes widened. He wasn't surprised, but it did hurt that it seemed the headmaster was wrong to trust Snape, but Harry was confused as to why Voldemort didn't expect him to come if he was a Death Eater.

"I had believed that you had left me and called Dumbledore Masternow," Voldemort continued icily. Where he bowed, Snape remained unmoving and just waited, and, after a few long moments of silence, Voldemort waved his hand and Snape's mask turned to smoke and vanished. "Look at me," he hissed while leaning forward in his chair.

Long pale fingers gripped Snape's chin and pulled his face up. Blood-red eyes locked with dark, almost black ones. Snape's face became pained-looking, but he never tried to pull away. He allowed Voldemort to see most of his memories without much resistance, but there were a few that were fake, as Snape had little need of too many of them when his real memories and feelings would help him. Those that didn't, though, he was good at hiding. Good enough, it seemed, that not even Voldemort noticed.

Seemingly pleased with what he learned from the man's mind, Voldemort pulled back and turned to address the watching Death Eaters. "It seems I was mistaken. Severus here has remained my loyal servant. He's even managed to fool Dumbledore into believing that he'd changed sides, and has positioned himself where he can be most useful to me."

A few of the Feath Eaters muttered quietly, and Voldemort turned sharp eyes to them. "Do you question my ability to know if someone lies to me? To be able to judge if Severus is still loyal?" he asked in a cold tone.

"No, of course we don't question you, my Lord," one of them rushed to say, and the others quickly agreed.

Eyes still narrowed, Voldemort said to them, "Then watch yourselves. Be thankful I'm feeling lenient at the moment."

He turned back to look at Snape. "I'm afraid you've arrived too late to join in the fun, but I'm sure you'll enjoy being present as I finally rid this world of the boy who is supposed to be able to defeat me."

"My Lord, I would enjoy nothing more," answered Snape from where he still knelt before Voldemort.

"Then come, and we shall get started," Voldemort said as he stood up, his voice the closest to excited as it could get.

Snape following him closely, Voldemort walked over to where Harry still lay and waved his wand to banish the chains that had been holding him in place whilst the Death Eaters entertained themselves with their creative spells, and the gag in his mouth.

It was the moment the restraints were gone that Snape suddenly cast a powerful, swirling orange hex that, if it had hit Voldemort, it would have set his bones on fire. It didn't, of course, hit him. Voldemort cast the yellow counter shielding spell immediately. Snape had expected it, though, and used the moments while Voldemort was chanting a slightly long incantation to make a dive for Harry. In his hand was a portkey that would activate the moment it come in contact with the boy.

He never made it, though. A weak blasting hex from Lucius between him and Harry threw the two apart. Quietly getting to his feet, Snape looked at Harry, who was lying in dazed heap too far away to now reach, then to a very angry Dark lord, just in time to see the green spell heading his way. Rolling to the right, he just barely avoided the killing curse, and flung another powerful dark spell at Voldemort. A dark purple blast that looked like lightning as it flew towards the Dark Lord. The watching Death Eaters raised their wands to help, but Voldemort hissed, "He'ss mine!" As he waved his wand to summon up thick roots from the ground, the purple lightning hit the roots and half burned, half melted them, but it blocked the spell. Lowering their wands, the watching Death Eaters moved back to view the duel from a safe distance.

As much pain as he was in, Harry, too, watched the duel from where he had landed a good way across the graveyard. He only looked away once to look up when a Death Eater moved to stand over him. It was Lucius.

Harry had known Snape was a powerful wizard, but, until now, he had never really seen just what the man could do. He was not at the same level of Dumbledore or Voldemort, but he wasfast and skilled. He put what he could do to use in unusual ways, like using a simple frost charm to try and trip up his opponent, and following it up with more deadly slashing hexes or a blood-draining curse.

The two wizards flew around the graveyard for a lot longer than most expected the duel to last. Each casting more and more deadly curses and hexes at each over as the fight kept going. Avada Kedavra often coming from Voldemorts wand. The area was soon littered with the remains of destroyed gravestones or clumps of dirt.

Knowing that he couldn't keep this up and that sooner, rather than later, he'd be hit by something, Snape cast an obscure spell that he'd only ever read about but never cast before. He was confident he could do it, just not sure how well he'd be able to focus it on his first try.

Voldemort eyed Snape warily as he didn't recognize the spell incantation, something rare when it came to him. A black mist surrounded Snape, crackling menacingly as little arcs of purple lightning flashed throughout it. Snape waved his wand towards Voldemort and the mist condensed into a ball which then shot towards the Dark Lord.

Not sure how to block the mist, Voldemort leapt into the air and flew across the graveyard to avoid the black sphere of crackling mist. It followed after him through the air, much to his dismay, though. Spinning his wrist, Voldemort shouted, "Zephyrado". From the tip of his wand, a small cyclone formed that got bigger the more magic he feed into the spell. Thinking to rip apart the mist sphere, Voldemort whipped the cyclone at it.

While Voldemort was busy dealing with the sphere, Snape ran towards Harry once more and cast a barrage of quick silently-cast spells at Lucius. None were deadly as he didn't want to accidently hit Potter with any of them. Lucius blocked the spells easy enough, but hesitated before casting any of his own back. His Lord had, after all, told them not to interfere, so he just threw up a barrier between them.

Voldemort's cyclone had sort of done as he wanted; it didn't disperse it as he'd hoped, but he did blow it away from him. Unfortunately, he'd sent it towards a Death Eater that didn't manage to get out of the way in time, and it surrounded and started to both electrocute and suffocate him at the same time. Once the Wizard was dead, it dispersed.

Voldemort didn't watch what was happening to his follower, though, as he was seeing Snape make another attempt at reaching Harry. He couldn't have that happen, so he quickly cast his own volley of spells. Snape either heard or sensed them coming, and managed to avoid most of them, except for a bone-crushing hex that hit his right leg, while a cutting hex hit his left side, causing him to fall with a pained grunt. Not wasting any time, Voldemort disarmed him, and then cast the same spell he'd used to bind Harry earlier that night. Chains sprang from the ground and wrapped around the downed man. They bound his legs and then continued up to bind his arms tightly behind his back.

Catching the wand sailing through the air towards him, Voldemort landed, and then started rolling Snape's wand between his hands as he circled the helpless man. After a few moments, he asked, in a deceivingly calm voice, "Why have you done this? Hadn't I just welcomed you back with open arms? I would have helped you achieve our dreams. Is this how you repay my kindness? By immediately trying to hex me and then steal away my prize?"

Looking past Voldemort to where Harry lay, a bloody mess at Lucius' feet, Snape said, "I swore to keep the boy safe." Just to whom he had promised that, he kept to himself, though Voldemort wouldn't be incorrect to believe Dumbledore had gotten him to swear a magical oath to help Harry if he was still alive before he came here tonight. For a few, long moments, there was complete silence as they both looked at Harry, and then Voldemort pointed his wand at the potions master. "Avada Kedavra!"

The emerald green light hit Snape in the chest and, seconds later, he slumped forward, dead.

For some reason, Harry felt tears flooding his eyes again. He didn't like Snape, hell, he had downright hated him at times, but the man had just died because he'd tried to rescue him, so Harry couldn't help it.

Leaving Snape's body where it was, Voldemort walked over to Harry. Seeing the tears, he sneered, "How touching. Upset to see your most hated teacher die? Well, don't worry. You may just be able to see him again where you're going." Reaching down, Voldemort grabbed hold of his messy black hair and dragged him out of the graveyard and down to a nearby field, uncaring of the pain he was causing the boy, maybe even liking that he was hurting Harry.

The field looked to have been magically flattened; there wasn't even the slightest of unevenness to the area. In the center was a large, round, smooth, smokey-grey stone with silver flecks throughout it. A large and complex runic circle - a ritual array - had been hand-carved into the center of it. Voldemort had made wormtail work on it a few hours each night, as he supervised, since they'd arrived at the old Riddle Manor, and, of course, cast muggle-repelling charms all around the area.

Around the stone were more dark slabs. They were driven into the ground in two concentric rings around the center stone. The inner ring had seven stones, and stood exactly seven feet tall, whilst the outer ring had eleven, and was exactly eleven feet tall. A different, single rune was carved into each, facing towards the center stone.

Voldemort cast a silent, wandless paralyzing spell on Harry before placing him in the center of the array. The spell would be broken once the ritual was started, but, for now, it would keep Harry where he needed him to be. Not that Harry was in any shape to do much struggling after his torture, for it wasn't only his leg that was broken now. Still, Voldemort wanted to take no chance with the boy.

Turning to face his Death Eaters looking with interest at the set up, Voldemort said, "Don't pass the rings. We wouldn't want any... accidents to happen tonight."

Having given the warning, Voldemort turned his back to them and looked up at the sky. In just a matter of minutes it would be time to begin. Walking around the rings, Voldemort checked one last time to ensure everything was just as it needed to be, then, when it was finally time to begin, he walked over to the center stone Harry was lying on.

Next to it was a bag full of the things he'd need for what he was about to do. Reaching inside of it, Voldemort pulled out three charcoal colored candles. The wax they were made of wasn't anything too rare, just wax from a magical breed of bee. The wicks, on the other hand, had been made of a rare hair. It was from a creature that lived mostly out of phase with reality. An ethereal stalker. They were roughly humanoid in appearance, and were tall and thin with long limbs. They were hard to see, though, as their bodies seemed to be made of smoke. The only part of them that appeared to be solid were their large, shining, silver eyes and their long, white and gray hair.

Voldemort placed the candles in a triangle around the runic array Harry lay on, and then pulled out the next item from the bag. A long razor-sharp knife. He placed that, too, near the array, and then pulled out the last of the items from the bag before banishing it. These last items were a few lightly glowing gemstones. Almost uncaringly, he dropped them on the ground around him.

The moment the last of the gemstones hit the ground, Voldemort started to chant, Or hiss, as he was doing this in parseltongue instead of Latin or one of the other old languages of power. He walked around the center stone slab, lighting the candles one at a time as he chanted. Once he got back to where he'd started from, the gems he'd dropped on the ground started to glow more brightly and rose from upwards to slowly revolve around him. His chanted hisses grew louder and rougher at this point, and the carved runes under Harry started to glow with a pale light. The light broke the charm on him, but keep him immobile in its own right. And hurt.

At first, it wasn't too bad, just a strangely sore pull he was feeling throughout his body, his whole being, but soon, that changed as Voldemort's chanting softened again, and it suddenly felt as if he was being tugged and pulled everywhere and in all directions. Thinking he was being ripped to pieces, Harry screamed, and would have arched his back if he'd been able to move.

As he screamed, Voldemort picked up the knife and roughly cut away his champion's uniform until he was bare-chested, and then started to carve some parselnic runes into the smooth skin over his heart. It was the only area undamaged, though, as he'd forbidden it to be damaged whilst his followers had their fun. Harry's screams increased at his carving until he suddenly went almost silent. He was still screaming, but it was barely audible now, as his bleeding throat had given out.

Once he finished carving the runes, Voldemort set the knife back down and continued to chant. As he did, the runes carved into the stones surrounding the center stone started to glow with the same light as did the array. Sparks, and then tendrils of pure magic gathered around the stones. Soon, the air above and around Harry was super-charged with magic that started to distort the very space itself. Harry rose up off the stone and floated where the distortion was getting the strongest. The Gemstones around Voldemort spun faster in response.

Harry hardly noticed, though. At this point, he was barely even conscious. He just hurt too much and wanted to fade away into the blackness waiting for him. That, he was longing for. Instead, he was suddenly pulled into a different kind of darkness the moment Voldemort's hissing chant ended.

It was then that Dumbledore, drawn to the huge amount of magic gathered within the circle, arrived with a few of his own trusted followers and Aurors to see Harry suddenly vanish from where he'd been floating in the center of the ritualistic structure that Voldemort had built.

Turning to the long bearded old man, Voldemort laughed a high pitched, cruel sound. "You're too late, old man. Your precious 'boy who lived'is gone. Lord Voldemort has sent him body, magic, and soul to a different reality. It was easy, really. He stood no chance before my might. I don't know why anyone ever expected him to defeat me. Or ever believed he had in the first place."

He laughed cruelly at the devastated look on Dumbledore's face. "'Till we meet once more."

He gave Dumbledore a mocking half-bow and tossed to him Severus' wand. He apperated away, his followers doing the same moments later.

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AN- A lot of this chapter did come for the book, but I tried not to copy it word for word. I wanted it different enough to not bore someone that's read the graveyard seen dozens of times. I hope I've accomplished that. After this everything should be original.

I wont be writing about Harry's home reality after this chapter. Most because for what I planned it doesn't matter much, but also because I'll have little to do other then say Dumbledore is trying to find a way to bring harry back and that his friend are upset about what happened and miss him. And maybe that Voldies winning. I feel it would just be chapter filler as well… But if for some reason I get a lot of people wanting me to write about it now and then I might consider adding scenes as an extra at the end of chapters now and then.

Also I should say up to this point everything in Harry's past has pretty much been cannon. So the event in the first four books still happened as they did.

I believe what the Dursley's had done to Harry was real abuse, which will have some lasting effects on Harry though. So in that way he might seem a little OOC, but I don't intend him to have a totally different personality. He'll just be a hurt boy that is far too independent because he's not had many adults he could look up to.

And one finally thing I should mention not to expect my chapters to always be this size. This is the largest chapter I've ever written. I will say about 4000 words will be the smallest I'll write for this though. Also don't expect fast updates. If I'm in the mood and its flowing maybe weekly, but when the words don't come it might take months.

All that said I hope you enjoyed it (and aren't sending me howlers or worse for killing Severus. I love him, but the plot bunnies insisted… evil little things) and will review.