DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING OF HARRY POTTER WHICH IS THE PROPERTY OF J.K. ROWLING. I ALSO DO NOT OWN THE NAME OF THE HOUSE (ROSE RED) THAT IS PROPERTY OF STEPHEN KING.

Just a little author's note, Yes this story is based off of Stephen King's Rose Red. I'm going to be honest I really don't remember exactly everything that happened in that movie, I'm just using the idea and name of the house. Which is why I really haven't classified this as a cross over, the dark magic and entities in the house are not based off of what was in the house in the movie.

Lady Diana of the Moon: that is an interesting twist I have not thought to put into this. I will consider your request.

Thank you everyone who is keeping up with this and looking forward to chapters to come. You guys make me happy Here is Chapter 2, hope you enjoy!

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Never Let Go: The House of Rose Red

Chapter 2: Then I'll Show Him Mercy

A crack of lightening, the boom of thunder and the sound of rain was all that could be heard in the silent dining hall. The only thing that broke the calm and stillness of the large room; None of the thirteen men sitting around the old dust covered long table spoke, not even the man, no, Devil, seated at the head of the table made a sound, they were still as statues. None looked to the other; they just sat there, looking to the entrance to the hall, down the long hallway. They were waiting for further instructions, further planning, listening, contemplating, their excitement and nerves ringing almost with the aftermath of the thunder and rain. It seemed hours had ticked by yet it had only been minutes.

The plan was simple enough; they found the warded house, found the weakness in the wards. Black and the old fool thought they were clever. Yes, faking a secret keeper didn't work for the Potters, and they expected it to work this time? No, although cunning a clever plan as it was, by pretending Dumbledore was secret keeper when the reality was there was no secret keeper, just wards and bells and whistles, keeping out those that wish to cause the boy harm and only allowing those with this sympathetic notion of love in. They thought that monsters such as the Death Eaters couldn't love, but they can, and few do. The love that Narcissa and her husband have to their son was proof of that, they had been of great use. Yes, by making Lucius think that his son, Draco, was awaiting him in the house got him through the wards, and how hilariously weak they were. How much of a surprise it must have been for Lucius to find, not his son, but of the boy that they have been searching for months standing there. Yes, Dumbledore, your precious plan to protect the savior of the world made him even more vulnerable, yet again you put too much faith in the power of love, it would have been a clever rouse, but you underestimated the Dark Lord, who saw through your plan, and now he is in our possession. And on his way here, straight to the one you swore to protect him from.

A low menacing hiss cut through the silence, everyone stirred just the slightest, showing how uncomfortable the massive snake made them. Excitement cracking like the thunder as they heard a large door being opened, and then closed with an echoing bang and the sound of footsteps and something being dragged along the floor.

Four men were approaching them, taking to the long hallway with their heads held high, they had succeeded for their master. Between the two cloaked and hooded men in front they dragged a young boy of fifteen, how unfortunate, his birthday only a few days away and he will not see it, his shock of unruly black hair covered his face, but it was him, the dark lord knows that magical signal almost better than his own.

The men let the boy drop to the floor as they went on bended knee, the tips of their left hands on the floor, their right crossed over their chest, their dark marks over the place their black hearts were.

"Master." A deep voice broke the unbearable silence, slightly muffled through the mask, "I am pleased to show you that we have successfully captured the boy, but regret to inform you that Delotov was captured by the Aurors upon our escape." There was, in fact, a hesitant note in his voice at this point.

The Dark Lord stood from his chair, a pleased smile gracing his snake like face, his red eyes gleaming. There was a shudder as he raised his arms. "I am pleased Macnair. It was my plan all along that Delotov be captured, yes." Macnair sighed in relief and held his head up higher. "I do not wish to keep Potter's-" his eyes went to the unconscious form on the floor, "-whereabouts a secret. I want the world to know, I want Dumbledore to know," he slowly started walking towards the kneeling men and the boy, "and I especially want Black to know. For you see, this house is in the Black family, built by their ancestors. The weak and cowardly Blacks later abandoned this house, afraid of its immensely dark magic hidden within every nail, every beam and every brick in this house." His eyes finally left the boy to look around the room, appraising it as if it were his first born child. "It is Dark magic as I have always dreamed." The room gave an approving shudder at these words, they could feel it as much as their master could. Only he could batch in the glory of this dark magic, the others wanted nothing more than to shy away from it. They know no magic such as this. They can only watch in awe as their master took control of this magic, how the house seemed to have welcomed his touch and bound its magic to his. Everything in this house, every ounce of magic, was in control of this man that stood before them. "I want Black here to witness the death of his beloved godson, his best friend's son. I want him to see how much of a fool he was to defy me, to turn down my generous offer for him to join us. I want to watch him break as he weeps over the boy's body. He will be my audience. And just when he feels like his life is over and there is no point in living on, I will show him mercy."

Lord Voldemort stood in front of the boy now, looking down at him, triumph in his eyes. "Hold him up Lucius, and show us who you found, in place of young Draco."

The figure behind Macnair stood, he seemed unsure on his feet as he stumbled and struggled to lift up the limp, dead weight of the boy. Even though they all knew that they had successfully caught Potter, they still cheered and laughed as his face was revealed. His hair in his face, his emerald eyes hidden behind closed lids and the lightning bolt scar on his forehead more pronounced than ever before.

Lord Voldemort began to laugh along with them, it was low but shrill, the sound grated down to the very bone. He had him at last, in a short time he will finally kill Harry Potter.

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:Flashback:

It was a sunny summer day, everything was perfect. The sun was warm and welcoming on Sirius's skin, his human skin, it felt so good to walk around in the open. Sure people still stared, wondering if the mass murderer could really be innocent. But he didn't care, let them talk, he was a free man, he had just been granted custody of his godson, who he was on his way to collect, nothing can ruin this day.

"How does it feel, Padfoot.?" Oh yeah and his best friend Remus was with him, everything is perfect. "Being a free man, finally getting to live up to your godfatherly duties. Not running around as a mangy dog."

Sirius couldn't help but smile, thinking back on the day he and his godson along with his friends marched the sleezy, traitorous rat up to the castle and how he felt when, at long last, he told his story. "I haven't felt this good since back in the old days." He said as they turned onto Privet Drive, "Since Hogwarts to be honest. It may not be how it should be, but, it is a start to a good life, a new life."

Remus nodded with a sad smile across his tired face. "We all have another chance. You and Harry can build a life together now. I get the impression he didn't really have one here," he looked around Privet Drive with an almost disapproving look, "He really doesn't belong here, does he?"

Sirius shook his head, no but he will belong just fine with me. "THERE IT IS REMUS! NUMBER 4!" Sirius started running the couple feet to where his godson was waiting, Remus trying to keep up with him. Sirius could barely contain his excitement as he reached the door and repeatedly pushed the door bell, only stopping when the door slammed open and a purple faced whale of a man stood before him, looking downright annoyed. For good measure Sirius pushed it one more time as Remus stopped behind him, rolling his eyes and shaking his head at his childish childhood friend.

"Were here for Harry." Sirius said, practically jumping up and down. Looking at the man who couldn't decide whether to look frightened or menacing.

"Sirius!"

"Harry!" ignoring the large man's rudeness Sirius shoved his way into the house and embraced his godson. "Are you all set to leave? Forever?" Sirius couldn't help but noticed the glint in his godsons stunning green eyes.

"My trunk is upstairs." Harry said, leading Sirius to his very small bedroom.

All of Harry's things were packed and they were ready to go, all that remained was for the farewells, Sirius felt awkward about this, and what do you say to people when you take someone they have raised away from them?

There was a strained and awkward goodbye between nephew and aunt and uncle. Sirius couldn't help but feel Harry was glad to leave but didn't know how to say goodbye.

"Thank you." Sirius said through gritted teeth, being told to force this out by Dumbledore, "For taking care of him for the past 12 years."

The Dursleys gave him an exasperated look. "Yes, well. Goodbye forever then bo-I mean Harry. Don't bother to write. Goodbye." And with that he slammed the door in his face, leaving a stunned Remus and Sirius looking at it in disbelief.

"COME ON GUYS!" Harry said, only too eager to leave, un phased by his uncle's harsh goodbye.

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"I never asked him about that." Sirius thought as he pushed his motorcycle harder, willing it to go faster. "After this is over and he's safe back at home with me, I will. He will be ok."

Sirius felt he was losing his mind the closer he got to the house of rose red. He only knew vaguely what awaited for him there, what was waiting for his godson. It was almost mind numbing.

"Hold on, Harry. I'm coming. Voldemort…there will be no mercy."

Sorry guys, I know this isn't a very long chapter, but I am working on chapter 3 as we speak. I hope this wasn't too disappointing.