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I'm sorry for those who don't like character death, but this story is character death, but with story. This is the summer before sixth year for Harry, and he is captured by Voldemort. For the rest, read the story.
This story is going to be for the most part AU, with some events that did happen in the books, slightly altered.
Speech: "Speech"
Parsletongue: "Parsletongue"
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The beginning of every story starts with an end
"Do you feel the power of the Dark Arts yet, boy?" the figure drawled above Harry as he released the torture curse.
Harry spat blood at the hems of the robes of the figure and looked up from the ground, panting and racked with tremors from over-exposure to the Cruciatus.
The figure snarled at the boy and kicked him in the ribs, causing Harry to recoil and tighten to a ball "Do not trifle with the Dark Lord, Potter." he spat out at the boy, glaring at him through the small red slits.
Voldemort paused for a moment, then, in a moment of sadistic pleasure, the Dark Lords lips pulled into a large grin as he looked at the boy. He pressed a bony pale finger to his mark, which radiated a small wave of dark magic. As it passed through Harry, he suppressed the urge to shiver.
Moments later, three Death Eaters arrived with an unanimous pop, all dropping to their knees seconds later and kissed the hem of Voldemorts robes, "You called, master?" one of the Death Eaters said in a familiar voice, pulling his mask and hood down to reveal platinum blond hair and icy grey eyes.
"Yes Lucius, before you, lay Harry Potter, the boy who lives!" Voldemort announced with a flourish of his wand, causing Harry to raise limp off the ground still panting. The three Death Eaters gasped as they saw the lights side 'saviour' trembling slightly and breathing loudly, "I have called you here," the Dark Lord continued, "To witness the end of Harry Potter!" he finished in a shout, earning shouts of glee from two of the Death Eaters and a maniacal cackle from the third.
The third Death Eater lowered it's hood to reveal Bellatrix Lestrange, who's face was contorted in glee at the moment. She bent down and kissed the hem of Voldemorts robe fervently, "Thank you my Lord!" she cooed happily before returning to her stature as to not enrage her master.
Nagini hissed loudly at Bellatrix from around her masters shoulders. Voldemort pets her head soothingly, "Yes my pet, you will have him soon." he turned back to the still floating boy, "You have been a thorn in my side for too long, Harry Potter. This ends," he said with distaste as he rose his wand, "now. Crucio Magnus!" He hissed at Harry, a crimson red bolt of magic flying at him, striking him in his chest.
Whatever Harry had felt before this, was forgotten instantly, instead of the now regular hot knives stabbing him, it was as if all of his joints were turning to molten lava, burning him alive and destroying his bones, yet he lived, and screeched in pain. The last Death Eater, who was revealed to be Draco Malfoy, stood straight, terror showing in his eyes as Harry screamed to the immense pain of the Parsel curse. Voldemort held the curse, relishing in the screams of the adolescent Potter boy, which were dwindling more and more into quiet, until silence came, as he lost the ability to scream. Bellatrix watched in pleasure as the boy continued to scream in silence, tears streaking down his face.
As the curse entered the five minute mark, Harry felt the pain of the curse lessen, his mind seemingly drifting away from his body, to refuge from the pain of the curse. Once the pain was nearly gone and he no longer seemed to have any grip over his body, a memory came to the front of his mind, making Harry stand within it, almost as if reliving it...
--Flashback--
As Harry watched the Hogwarts Express pull into Kings Cross at the end of first year, all of his previous worries, including the wrath of the Dursleys once he returned came to the fore front of his mind. Harry sighed as Ron and Hermione left the compartment, trunks in tow. He grabbed his trunk he had bought with Hagrid in Diagon Alley and walked out behind his friends, back out towards the platform.
As he stepped off of he train, he heard a loud voice exclaim over the din of happy parents, "Ronald! Harry!" Harry looked up and saw a small league of red heads weaving their way towards him and Ron. He saw Mrs. Weasley grip Ron in a patented Weasley hug. She kissed him on the head before turning and hugging Harry, shocking him. Harry stood frozen for a second before awkwardly wrapping his arms around the Weasley patriarch. He felt an odd sensation swell up from with him, warming him instantly, leaving a tingling sensation over his heart. He felt something he had never felt when he was at the Dursleys. He decided instantly he liked this feeling.
--End Flashback--
Bellatrix frowned. The boy, while still screaming, had seemed a bit more placated, as if the pain of the curse had lessened. She looked up to Voldemort who was still smiling cruelly at the boy. She decided to keep watching the boy, she knew better then to speak of it.
Harry watched Bellatrix frown before looking from him to the Dark Lord, but before he could even think of what it meant, he was thrust into another memory.
--Flashback--
"Attention, attention please." Harry looked to see Dumbledore standing in front of his chair at the teachers table near the end of second year, "It is my pleasure to announce that the mandrakes were effective and the students affected by the basilisk are now awake." he finished, a small happy smile on his face which was met with a roar of applause and whistling.
Harry, happy with the news, stood from his seat at the breakfast table and ran out the doors and up a flight of stairs to the hospital wing. As he burst through the doors, he saw Madam Pomfrey sitting in a chair near her office. She nodded to Harry, "She's in the third bed." she said softly with a smile. There was no need to ask who he was there for, as he was in the Hospital Wing nearly everyday after class.
Harry nodded and walked quickly to the third bed to find Hermione, sitting in the bed looking slightly dazed. As he approached, Hermione looked up and smiled. As he reached the foot of the bed, she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug and laid her head on his shoulder, "Thank you." she whispered softly into his ear.
Harry stood dazed, as the feeling he had felt last year as Mrs. Weasley had hugged him had returned, stronger then before, but also different, as it also left a strange feeling of butterflies in his stomach. He smiled softly, "Your welcome".
--End Flashback--
Bellatrix was now staring in wonder as she watched the boys screams lessen again, to nearly nothing. She looked to her lord once more, who had now noticed this too, and was now too frowning at the boy, "Maybe he is loosing his mind my lord?" she said hopefully to her master.
Voldemort looked at his faithful servant and nodded, "Perhaps." he said, a small amount of his curiosity leaking in to his voice as he held the curse.
Harry watched the encounter for a moment before slipping off once more into a new memory.
--Flashback--
Harry turned his head as he heard a slight little coo come from Buckbeak, the hippogriff he and Hermione had ridden to save Sirius from getting the Kiss, who now stood next to Buckbeak, stroking the feathers behind his ears.
Harry smiled at his newly found-godfather as he pet the large animal, "Where will you go?" he abruptly asked the convict, who just shrugged.
"I could go to my old ancestral home in London, maybe it's not as gloomy as when I left." he said with a slight frown. He looked up at Harry and fidgeted his fingers before looking him in the eyes, " I wanted to know, if maybe, you would like to, if you wanted to, stay with me? It might be a bit grubby, and not great food but..."
Harry looked at his godfather wide-eyed, "Y-you mean like at your house?" he stuttered out, interrupting Sirius' thought.
His godfather looked to his feet, "I knew you wouldn't want to," he started, only to be interrupted once more by Harry.
"I'd love to!" Sirius looked up, misty-eyed, and hugged his godson for the first time since the end of the first war, and for once in his life, Harry felt that everything was going right.
--End Flashback--
Harry was no longer screaming and felt his lips tug gently upwards into a light smile, he was going to see Sirius and his parents.
Voldemort was now openly sneering as the boy had stopped screaming all together and had a smile tugging at his lips. He stopped the curse and spat at the boy, "Good bye, boy. Avada Kedavra"
That's it for this chapter, and yes, I will try and get another chapter up at some time, but my muse is fickle sadly, and it might leave. I still will try to get more chapters up.
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