CHAPTER 1: DESPAIR


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Red eyes stared at the green as the smoke cleared. A man rose up from the cauldron. It went well, now that he was back. This man was no ordinary person. He was the most powerful dark wizard of the century- Lord Voldemort, now finally resurrected and at full power.

After summoning all of his Death Eaters, he finally turned his attention to the task at hand, or more appropriately, the boy being tied to the stone, Harry Potter. Harry Potter was no ordinary individual himself. He went by the title of 'the boy who lived. This was due to a particular reason. On a deadly night 13 years ago, Voldemort appeared at the Potter's residence and murdered Harry's parents, James and Lily Potter. However, what he couldn't do was murder a small child, as the curse he fired at the child was deflected back at him and he fell upon the hands of the magic that protected the child. The magic which was unwittingly invoked by the child's mother.

Harry Potter grew up in a truly gruesome environment, never being loved by his aunt and uncle who called him a 'freak'. But Harry began to enjoy life ever since he found out he was a wizard and he began to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where he finally found friends. In the fourth year of school, he somehow got nominated as a champion in the Triwizard Tournament and was forced to face dragons and all other dangerous things along with other champions who were older and more experienced in magic than him. Tonight was the third and final task. It wasn't that difficult. The champions had to enter a maze, then face the obstacles in their path and then locate and retrieve the cup, which was in the center of the maze. Harry and his fellow champion Cedric had made it together to the place where the cup stood waiting for them. Both came to the conclusion that they would take the cup together and then have a tie.

Little did they know that the cup they were holding was a portal to bring them to this place, and these events would lead to the murder of one of them. Cedric Diggory had died.

"Ah, welcome to my birthday party Harry Potter. Today is the day which will be marked as the day the Dark Lord finally rose and will mark the most unfortunate death of Harry Potter." said Voldemort in a tone which sent chills down Harry's spine. The boy knew that he couldn't do anything now, his time was drawing near. Those murderous eyes said so.

"Now my fellow Death Eaters, please do enjoy yourselves for this entertainment session that is taking place." Voldemort addressed the men, who now had formed a circle now containing Voldemort and an already wounded Harry tied to a Gravestone. With a wave of Voldemort's wand, ropes binding Harry were released. A sound of a wooden stick falling to the ground reached his ears.

"Come Harry Potter! I'm giving you a chance to fight!" the Dark Lord spoke.

Harry could do nothing and in a second, with the mutter of'Crucio' from Voldemort, Harry's body was screaming in agony, begging for release of this brutal torture.

"I've changed my mind Harry, I will torture you till you break down physically and mentally." Voldemort said with an evil smirk on his snakelike face.

Harry never felt this much pain in his entire life. It felt like all of his bones were on fire. No, his soul was on fire.

"Now do you realize what pain truly is? You will pay for all those years that I had to suffer being in a state worse than house elves! I, Lord Voldemort! Whose name the whole word fears so much that they shudder to speak of it!" screamed Voldemort.

"YOU'RE WRONG! Dumbledore is still here and he'll stop you!" Harry retorted.

"Crucio!"Voldemort laughed out. "You really think he can stop me? My powers far exceed Dumbledore's! I'm Immortal!" he claimed.

The next thing Harry knew was that he was lifted from his feet and slammed in the grave he was tied to.

"Ah! I forgot to introduce my father. A muggle fool who met his end by my hands and very soon the same will happen to you Harry Potter! No-one can save you from my wrath!"

Soon enough all of the graveyard was filled with agonizing screams. Not only did Voldemort use the Cruciatus curse but he used every spell that he could torture the boy with. Harry's body was soon in an almost mutilated state as a result.

His glasses had been broken with his clothes ripped and torn. Blood was constantly dripping on the ground with slashes across his body, his bones broken and it seemed that something inside Harry had snapped. He wasn't even screaming. Despair was only one emotion that he could feel now and that was emitting like waves, even Voldemort and his followers could feel it. The dark Lord's face now showed triumph, the time had arrived to end this nuisance once and for all.

"Now Harry I think that is the final straw for you. My Death Eaters! Watch this glorious moment when the boy who lived fell by the hand of the Dark Lord and the last hope of the wizarding world was extinguished!" hissed Voldemort. "Farewell Potter! Die!Avada Kedavra "! screamed the dark Lord.

A jet of green light shot from Voldemort's wand towards Harry, whose face showed no emotion except despair as the light left his eyes and far away, the instruments in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts began to vibrate and form huge clouds of smoke.

The next thing Harry felt was the ground and he struggled to get on his feet. He viewed the area and found out that he was back in the graveyard and Voldemort and his followers were still there and were laughing and rejoicing at the sight of a mangled, broken body- his body. He was overcome with grief to such an extent that he couldn't feel shocked at the sight of his own dead body.

"WHY! WHY AM I ALWAYS STUCK LIKE THIS! I NEVER WANTED THIS STUPID EXCUSE OF A LIFE! I JUST WANTED A NORMAL LIFE!" Harry screamed to the heavens with the pain in his heart increasing by every second. He noticed that chains were attached to his body were somehow corroding at an alarming rate. In an instant, the chains disappeared and Harry had his hands on his face as some white liquid was somehow forming and in a minute, all of his face was covered in a solid, white mask. He was devoid of any emotion now.

He was Hollow.

Writer's Comments: Hey guys! This is my second fanfic. I hope to make this one better as my first one was a disaster. So please I would love some reviews and honest opinions on this story