Disclaimer: I don't own Harry P and co and every one... blah.
Takes place some time after Harry's fifth year. Beginning of the 6th year. Don't ask me. I don't know when.
Ch1 Captured
Voldemort stood there staring at Harry's limb body that was held up by two huge death eaters. He smiled to himself. He laughed evilly, at least more than usual as he thought about how he was going to toture Harry.
'Stupid boy who lived.' He thought. 'Finally, he's mine!!! First, I'm going to use the crucio curse on him, then get that two loyal idiots Crabbe and Goyle to beat him up.'
"Mwhahahaha...!" he cackled at this wicked thought. Lucius Malfoy started laughing along with him, then realized than Crabbe and Goyle were still standing there looking around stupidly. Malfoy snapped his fingers and Crabbe and Goyle started laughing along.
Then Voldemort stopped. Crabbe and Goyle took a while to realize that and stopped about five minutes after Voldemort did. Lucius was glaring at them.
'No wait,' the dark lord thought, 'I think I'll get the two stupid lousy death eaters of mine to beat the stupid Potter up first then I'll put the crucio curse on him.'
"Ahhahahahaha... HAHAHA..." laughed he-who-must-not-be-named as the other death eaters laughed along with him. You-know-who stopped again. And finally Crabbe and Goyle managed to break their record by stopping three minutes after their master.
'No, that won't work.' he thought again as his death eaters watched him, ' Maybe I'll use the imperio, no the... Arrggg... stupid pathetic patronus Potter, he's wasting my brain cells and time. Why are all my stupid slaves staring at me?'
He glared at his loyal servants who were not so loyal but were just afraid of him as they turned to avoid his eyes.
"Mwhahahaha...!" He laughed again followed by his death eaters.
'I've got it!' Voldemort thought as he walked gingerly over to Harry, stopped for a moment then gave Harry a good kick in his stomach and jumped back cautiously. Harry gasped in pain.
Voldemort smiled happily to himself. His heart was bursting with pride.
'I did it! Yes! I did it without getting into trouble for once!' he thought, 'and now what do I do?' His smile faded at once. 'Oh no, not again.'
And suddenly his smile reappeared as quickly as it had disappeared which happened so quickly it was freaky (as if he wasn't).
"You two!" (he could not remember their names as they were unimportant lowly ranked death eaters) he pointed at the two large bulk which was Crabbe and Goyle.
"Pull his hair!" He commanded. Crabbe and Goyle stared stupidly at him then, "Y-yes, my lord." They stammered and moved forward to pull Harry's hair.
Voldemort started shrieking with delight. The death eaters started to laugh, though uncertainly. Voldemort stopped shrieking but continued smiling.
"I'm going to make you pay for destroying my prophecy and for bad mouthing me... especially to that stupid twinkling blue behind the half moon glasses eye for a second, santa's large white long tucked into his belt beard crackpot million years old fool." Voldemort yelled at Harry's face spraying the spit Uncle Vernon would have been proud of.
"I'm gonna make your stupid ugly scar burn." You-know-who smiled evilly at the struggling to break free Potter.
"Hahahahaha...' Voldemort proceeded to grab Harry's face before jumping back and yelling at the top of his lungs.
"MASTER! WHAT IS THIS MAGIC?" Voldemort grabbed his blistering hands and looked at it. Was it his imagination? His hands weren't blistering. Paranoid... He felt his face turned red.
Voldemort turned to watch the Potter boy trying to say something but he couldn't hear because he was breathing too loudly. He lunged forward to grab Harry's face again laughing loudly.
"Hahahahahaha..." Voldemort laughed. Harry groaned and Pettigrew was the only death eater who laugh along but stopped when he realized that. Voldemort continued his maniac laughter for another two minutes.
"You know what?" Voldemort said still laughing as he released Harry's head, "I'm sure you're wondering why your best mate Rupert Gri- errr... Ron Weasley hasn't come to save you."
Harry looked up at Voldemort.
"Ron?" he whispered,"What? Where is he?"
Voldemort laughed evilly again. He turned to glare at Lucius. Lucius turned to glare at the death eaters. They started to laugh loudly.
"Excellent." Voldemort started to smirk the same smirk Junior Malfoy was famous for as his move closer to Harry till their nose were an inch away from each other. If one of them had Snape's nose, their nose was sure to be touching each others. "Well, you see, your mate errr... Ron Weasley is dead."
"Nooo..." Harry moaned, "Ron..."
"Just like your friend Black." came Voldemort deadly whisper.
"Nooooooooooo..." This time it came from someone behind Voldemort. Lucius Malfoy was wailing, " My wife!"
"Not Narcissa, you idiot, Sirius!" snarled Voldemort.
"Oh." said Malfoy attempting to cover his face and dry his eyes.
"You killed Ron." said Harry trying to pull loose from his captors.
"Hahahaha... No. I was just joking, he's not dead. But I almost got him. I could have caught him if only that idiot had decided to go to China, but no. He went stright home after returning from Hogwarts. I had death eaters all over China waiting for him but he didn't turn up." said Voldemort looking annoyed for some reason.
"Why would Ron go to China?" asked Avery.
"I don't know." said Voldemort frowning.
"Then why did you think he'd be there?" asked Nott.
"Crucio!" said Voldemort as Nott fell to the ground screaming.
"Do not question my abilities!" said you-know-who lifting his wand and stopping the curse. "Now." he said turning to Harry thinking.
"Hahahahaha!" He started laughing evilly. He then smiled to himself looking evil as he lifted his leg and kicking Harry with all the strength he could muster.
"Muahahahahaha!" he laughed louder than before. After five minutes or so he stopped. Harry laid on the ground groaning and panting as he grabbed his broken arm. He-who-must-not-be-named suddenly stopped smiling, he then whipped out an old broken mirror from his robes and stared into it.
"Yes..." he whispered as he flunk his Snape-like greasy hair aside to have a better look at the mirror. He fluttered his eyelashes(if he had any) at his reflection and smiled at it. He slid the mirror back to his robes.
'Where was I?' he thought looking around at his useless death eaters for a clue.
"Where was I?" he asked them.
"The mirror..." said Pettigrew looking scared.
"Before that, you idiot worthless rat who betrayed my enemy." growled Voldemort.
"Errr... the b-boy..." Pettigrew stammered.
"Oh yes..." said the dark lord smiling at the very thought of Harry Potter, the boy lived and caused his propecy to be smashed.
"Hahahahaha..." he laughed as the death eaters joined him. Crabbe and Goyle started laughing after the others had finished. Malfoy stepped on their feets to stop them but they didn't seem to notice. Finally they stopped when Voldemort placed the Imperio curse on them and commanded them to stop.
"Hahahahaha..." you-know-who laughed again, "Where was I again?"
"The boy." said Pettiegrew more confidently this time.
"Ah, yes... the boy..." said Voldemort as he turned to Potter again. He smiled again.
"You two." he pointed at Crabbe and Goyle, "hold him." The two big idiots though still under the imperio curse glanced around stupidly then moved forwarded and yanked Potter up by his arms.
'What should I do now?' thought Voldemort. Suddenly a thought struck him. He smiled evilly again. He ran forward and kicked Harry hard again causing him to whimper like a dog... like Sirius... After kicking for awhile, he got bored.
"This is getting boring." said the dark lord. The other death eaters was looking fearfully at him now.
"Time for the final move." said Voldemort smiling(keeps doing that I know). He pulled out his long and thin pheonix tail feather wand from his belt and pointed it at Harry.
"Mwhahahaha... you will be with your dear mudblood mother you stupid half blood." said Voldemort.
"Aren't you a half blood too?" asked Bellatrix.
"Crucio!" he yelled pointing his wand at her. She screamed and fell to the floor beside Harry. She started struggling.
"Ouch! Stupid girl." Harry snarled as she accidently kicked his broken arm.
"Time for you to go dear half blood." said Voldemort as he lifted the curse and pointed his wand at Harry. Harry closed his eyes and waited for the deadly curse.
"Avada Kedevra." said Voldemort. A flash of green light shot out of his wand and struck Harry.
"Muahahahahahahaha..."
Harry winced as he felt the curse struck him. Voldemort watched and waited for Harry to breathe his last breath but Harry didn't stop breathing.
"Stupid boy." Voldemort cursed. Harry's nose started bleeding.
"Noooooooo..." Voldemort fell to his knees, "How can this happen to me! My spell! Didn't work... too weak..."
The death eaters started shifting their feets nervously as the watch their master break down.
Voldemort slowly regained his composure and stood up slowly wiping the tears off his eyes.
"Idiot boy." he cursed again and started kicking Harry until he grew tired. "You!" he pointed at Snape and yelled, "Take over."
Snape walked over and did a very good impression of he-who-must-not-be-named. He sneered.
"Idiot Potter." he snarled and started kicking Potter like his master did. As he did so, he muttered under his breath, "...stupid boy... fail potions...ten points from Gryffindor...steal my gillyweed...detention..."
Voldemort sat on a rock he conjured up and sulked, 'Why? Why must this happen to me? I thought I mastered the avada kedevra?'
There. The first chapter. Please R&R so that I'll continue.
Takes place some time after Harry's fifth year. Beginning of the 6th year. Don't ask me. I don't know when.
Ch1 Captured
Voldemort stood there staring at Harry's limb body that was held up by two huge death eaters. He smiled to himself. He laughed evilly, at least more than usual as he thought about how he was going to toture Harry.
'Stupid boy who lived.' He thought. 'Finally, he's mine!!! First, I'm going to use the crucio curse on him, then get that two loyal idiots Crabbe and Goyle to beat him up.'
"Mwhahahaha...!" he cackled at this wicked thought. Lucius Malfoy started laughing along with him, then realized than Crabbe and Goyle were still standing there looking around stupidly. Malfoy snapped his fingers and Crabbe and Goyle started laughing along.
Then Voldemort stopped. Crabbe and Goyle took a while to realize that and stopped about five minutes after Voldemort did. Lucius was glaring at them.
'No wait,' the dark lord thought, 'I think I'll get the two stupid lousy death eaters of mine to beat the stupid Potter up first then I'll put the crucio curse on him.'
"Ahhahahahaha... HAHAHA..." laughed he-who-must-not-be-named as the other death eaters laughed along with him. You-know-who stopped again. And finally Crabbe and Goyle managed to break their record by stopping three minutes after their master.
'No, that won't work.' he thought again as his death eaters watched him, ' Maybe I'll use the imperio, no the... Arrggg... stupid pathetic patronus Potter, he's wasting my brain cells and time. Why are all my stupid slaves staring at me?'
He glared at his loyal servants who were not so loyal but were just afraid of him as they turned to avoid his eyes.
"Mwhahahaha...!" He laughed again followed by his death eaters.
'I've got it!' Voldemort thought as he walked gingerly over to Harry, stopped for a moment then gave Harry a good kick in his stomach and jumped back cautiously. Harry gasped in pain.
Voldemort smiled happily to himself. His heart was bursting with pride.
'I did it! Yes! I did it without getting into trouble for once!' he thought, 'and now what do I do?' His smile faded at once. 'Oh no, not again.'
And suddenly his smile reappeared as quickly as it had disappeared which happened so quickly it was freaky (as if he wasn't).
"You two!" (he could not remember their names as they were unimportant lowly ranked death eaters) he pointed at the two large bulk which was Crabbe and Goyle.
"Pull his hair!" He commanded. Crabbe and Goyle stared stupidly at him then, "Y-yes, my lord." They stammered and moved forward to pull Harry's hair.
Voldemort started shrieking with delight. The death eaters started to laugh, though uncertainly. Voldemort stopped shrieking but continued smiling.
"I'm going to make you pay for destroying my prophecy and for bad mouthing me... especially to that stupid twinkling blue behind the half moon glasses eye for a second, santa's large white long tucked into his belt beard crackpot million years old fool." Voldemort yelled at Harry's face spraying the spit Uncle Vernon would have been proud of.
"I'm gonna make your stupid ugly scar burn." You-know-who smiled evilly at the struggling to break free Potter.
"Hahahahaha...' Voldemort proceeded to grab Harry's face before jumping back and yelling at the top of his lungs.
"MASTER! WHAT IS THIS MAGIC?" Voldemort grabbed his blistering hands and looked at it. Was it his imagination? His hands weren't blistering. Paranoid... He felt his face turned red.
Voldemort turned to watch the Potter boy trying to say something but he couldn't hear because he was breathing too loudly. He lunged forward to grab Harry's face again laughing loudly.
"Hahahahahaha..." Voldemort laughed. Harry groaned and Pettigrew was the only death eater who laugh along but stopped when he realized that. Voldemort continued his maniac laughter for another two minutes.
"You know what?" Voldemort said still laughing as he released Harry's head, "I'm sure you're wondering why your best mate Rupert Gri- errr... Ron Weasley hasn't come to save you."
Harry looked up at Voldemort.
"Ron?" he whispered,"What? Where is he?"
Voldemort laughed evilly again. He turned to glare at Lucius. Lucius turned to glare at the death eaters. They started to laugh loudly.
"Excellent." Voldemort started to smirk the same smirk Junior Malfoy was famous for as his move closer to Harry till their nose were an inch away from each other. If one of them had Snape's nose, their nose was sure to be touching each others. "Well, you see, your mate errr... Ron Weasley is dead."
"Nooo..." Harry moaned, "Ron..."
"Just like your friend Black." came Voldemort deadly whisper.
"Nooooooooooo..." This time it came from someone behind Voldemort. Lucius Malfoy was wailing, " My wife!"
"Not Narcissa, you idiot, Sirius!" snarled Voldemort.
"Oh." said Malfoy attempting to cover his face and dry his eyes.
"You killed Ron." said Harry trying to pull loose from his captors.
"Hahahaha... No. I was just joking, he's not dead. But I almost got him. I could have caught him if only that idiot had decided to go to China, but no. He went stright home after returning from Hogwarts. I had death eaters all over China waiting for him but he didn't turn up." said Voldemort looking annoyed for some reason.
"Why would Ron go to China?" asked Avery.
"I don't know." said Voldemort frowning.
"Then why did you think he'd be there?" asked Nott.
"Crucio!" said Voldemort as Nott fell to the ground screaming.
"Do not question my abilities!" said you-know-who lifting his wand and stopping the curse. "Now." he said turning to Harry thinking.
"Hahahahaha!" He started laughing evilly. He then smiled to himself looking evil as he lifted his leg and kicking Harry with all the strength he could muster.
"Muahahahahaha!" he laughed louder than before. After five minutes or so he stopped. Harry laid on the ground groaning and panting as he grabbed his broken arm. He-who-must-not-be-named suddenly stopped smiling, he then whipped out an old broken mirror from his robes and stared into it.
"Yes..." he whispered as he flunk his Snape-like greasy hair aside to have a better look at the mirror. He fluttered his eyelashes(if he had any) at his reflection and smiled at it. He slid the mirror back to his robes.
'Where was I?' he thought looking around at his useless death eaters for a clue.
"Where was I?" he asked them.
"The mirror..." said Pettigrew looking scared.
"Before that, you idiot worthless rat who betrayed my enemy." growled Voldemort.
"Errr... the b-boy..." Pettigrew stammered.
"Oh yes..." said the dark lord smiling at the very thought of Harry Potter, the boy lived and caused his propecy to be smashed.
"Hahahahaha..." he laughed as the death eaters joined him. Crabbe and Goyle started laughing after the others had finished. Malfoy stepped on their feets to stop them but they didn't seem to notice. Finally they stopped when Voldemort placed the Imperio curse on them and commanded them to stop.
"Hahahahaha..." you-know-who laughed again, "Where was I again?"
"The boy." said Pettiegrew more confidently this time.
"Ah, yes... the boy..." said Voldemort as he turned to Potter again. He smiled again.
"You two." he pointed at Crabbe and Goyle, "hold him." The two big idiots though still under the imperio curse glanced around stupidly then moved forwarded and yanked Potter up by his arms.
'What should I do now?' thought Voldemort. Suddenly a thought struck him. He smiled evilly again. He ran forward and kicked Harry hard again causing him to whimper like a dog... like Sirius... After kicking for awhile, he got bored.
"This is getting boring." said the dark lord. The other death eaters was looking fearfully at him now.
"Time for the final move." said Voldemort smiling(keeps doing that I know). He pulled out his long and thin pheonix tail feather wand from his belt and pointed it at Harry.
"Mwhahahaha... you will be with your dear mudblood mother you stupid half blood." said Voldemort.
"Aren't you a half blood too?" asked Bellatrix.
"Crucio!" he yelled pointing his wand at her. She screamed and fell to the floor beside Harry. She started struggling.
"Ouch! Stupid girl." Harry snarled as she accidently kicked his broken arm.
"Time for you to go dear half blood." said Voldemort as he lifted the curse and pointed his wand at Harry. Harry closed his eyes and waited for the deadly curse.
"Avada Kedevra." said Voldemort. A flash of green light shot out of his wand and struck Harry.
"Muahahahahahahaha..."
Harry winced as he felt the curse struck him. Voldemort watched and waited for Harry to breathe his last breath but Harry didn't stop breathing.
"Stupid boy." Voldemort cursed. Harry's nose started bleeding.
"Noooooooo..." Voldemort fell to his knees, "How can this happen to me! My spell! Didn't work... too weak..."
The death eaters started shifting their feets nervously as the watch their master break down.
Voldemort slowly regained his composure and stood up slowly wiping the tears off his eyes.
"Idiot boy." he cursed again and started kicking Harry until he grew tired. "You!" he pointed at Snape and yelled, "Take over."
Snape walked over and did a very good impression of he-who-must-not-be-named. He sneered.
"Idiot Potter." he snarled and started kicking Potter like his master did. As he did so, he muttered under his breath, "...stupid boy... fail potions...ten points from Gryffindor...steal my gillyweed...detention..."
Voldemort sat on a rock he conjured up and sulked, 'Why? Why must this happen to me? I thought I mastered the avada kedevra?'
There. The first chapter. Please R&R so that I'll continue.