Harry hissed at the coldness of the tunnel, he was on his way home from his summer job. His loving, caring relatives had started charging him for room and board. Luckily he had managed to get a job at a small twenty-four hour dinner that paid twice the minimal wage, though he had kept that hidden from his aunt and uncle for worry of an increase in cost.
He was suddenly aware of just how unnaturally cold and dark it was and froze, his hand twitching for the wand he didn't have. He crouched into a defensive position, spreading his legs slightly and centering his balance.
An airy, dark chuckle filled the tunnel and one by one all the lights flicked off save the one above him. "You're such a smart boy, knowing I was here."
"Who are you? Show yourself coward!" harry called, looking around franticly.
"Coward? But I am showing you myself, look around. Don't you see the shadows?" the voice spoke, directly across from him.
"Shadows?" Harry whispered.
"Harry have you ever wanted something? Something you thought you could never have? Something you want so badly?" the voice asked.
Something Harry wanted? Streaks of silver and green flashed through his mind. "Yes," Harry spoke hesitantly. He could feel the other's evil grin.
"I can give it to you, Harry, that and so much more. Anything, anything you desire I can give to you. Your friends' safety;" A smoky version of Ron appeared at the other end of the lighted area briefly before disappearing again. The voice continued,"freedom from those you hate;" His relatives, Dumbledore, and Voldemort appeared in the same smoky manner as Ron had, before disappearing. "The one you want," it was spoken right beside his ear, in the voice of the one he loved, thin but strong arms wrapped around him. It was so real, Harry could smell the other man.
"I could give it all to you, do your bidding, protect you … teach you."
Harry was so tempted, it was a good deal, too good. "What's the catch?"
The voice purred, saying, "yes, a very smart boy indeed. Never take something without knowing the consequences. All I want from you, Harry, is but one thing, a favor of sorts."
Harry tensed. "What is it?" he asked.
"Ah, I'm afraid I can't tell you till the time comes, but I promise you won't disagree much. Now, what do you say? Everything you have ever wanted and everything you will ever want for the small price of a favor?"
Harry clenched his fists. Safety, freedom, him, just for a favor? He could do it. "I accept your offer."
The voice purred again, saying, "Wise choice, now this may sting just a bit." A figure flew from the shadows and to Harry. It enveloped him in a tight embrace that steadily grew tighter, until, finally, some barrier was broken and the figure was inside Harry, filling him with something cool and dark. Pain shot out across his back, his head pounded from an unrelenting ringing, his skin felt as if it were aflame. He screams echoed through the tunnel and just as the pain in his back exploded into something else, the light above him flicked off and his world went black.
Harry Potter didn't return to his aunt and uncle's house that night and for the rest of the summer till the first of September, he was lost to England.
