Chapter Two: Sweet, Sweet, Revenge.

Bang, bang, bang, bang. Harry let the monotonous sound of his head hitting the wall that separated him and Voldemort fill his head, chasing every negative thought away from existence. Harry paused when he heard an exaggerated sigh come from the cell next to him. The dull pain from repeatedly hitting his head on the wall made itself known the second he stopped the repetitive motion. Harry winced and reached back, absently rubbing the spot he had been brutalizing against the metal.

"Finally decided that hitting your head against the wall separating us wasn't a good escape plan?" Voldemort's sarcastic drawl passed through the wall.

Harry slowly let his head relax backwards, "That was never my plan in the first place. Though, the thought did come to mind that if I managed to get through the wall separating us, I might strangle you."

A harrumph sound drifted through the wall, "One might think you were the one trying to kill me on a yearly basis, not the other way around."

"Considering the grudge I hold against you is the death of my parents and the one you hold against me is being born, I think I have a better reason to be out to kill you." Harry let a small smile spread across his face. Perhaps he was letting his anger go a bit more than usual, and perhaps his anger was a more icy and deadly kind, but he found he didn't really care.

"I never took you as one to hold grudges, Potter. Plus, your parents would have been killed sooner or later anyways, they opposed me." Voldemort sounded smug.

Harry felt his magic rise about him as his anger towards the man grew exponentially. His magic had an abnormal icy feel to it as it raked against the wall separating the two. He felt it run down the metal as if it had claws and the metal was just a tool for sharpening them, making it all the more dangerous.

Voldemort shifted, "Calm yourself, Potter. Don't let your magic take control like that."

Harry growled and his magic suddenly relaxed, spreading about him like a soft velvet blanket. The claws of anger relaxed and Harry took a deep breath, "Why did that happen?"

Voldemort sighed, "There is a possibility that you are more magically powerful then you were aware of, before…" he trailed off, clearly not wishing to talk about their current predicament, "and with the pulling of all of your magic to your skin, you suddenly have become aware of the power and are yet able to control it."

Harry looked down and twisted his hands, "They said they pulled all of our magic to the surface. The magic that others have died without, yet we still live."

"Ah, yes. There is something that we call life magic. I'm sure you are subconsciously aware of it, even if no one has told you. It's a dormant form of our magic that keeps magical people breathing. It is what let's a wizard heal so quickly and what keeps us from passing out when we are suffering from magic depletion. Squibs have life magic, muggles do not. That is the difference between them." There was a pause, "I seem to have fallen into a lecturing mode."

Harry stifled a chuckle, "I don't mind, I am finding this interesting. Plus, it is helping pass the time."

There was a muffled noise and then Voldemort continued speaking, "In that case…" He paused as if thinking, "There has been some theory that life magic is also what keeps purebloods and muggleborns different. The theory has been lost over the generations, and no one has ever cared enough to actually study it. But, the theory was that muggle borns were born without the life magic. On the other hand if you were a second generation wizard, one born from two wizards of muggleborn decent, or one born from a muggleborn wizard and a pure blood wizard, you would be born with the life magic."

Harry let out a humming noise, it made some sense he supposed.

Voldemort continued, "Half bloods have the shady area, even those half bloods that come from a pure line and a muggle born." He paused.

Harry hissed, "Explain."

"Well," He paused again and then sighed, "Half bloods are always born with life magic, but for some reason their life magic is stronger than a pureblood or a second generation from two muggleborns. There is a theory that it is because of the difference of blood. The magic then feels the need compensate for the two mixtures, and thus half bloods have an abnormally strong life magic."

Harry let out a long breath, "That is fascinating."

"Yes it is, but it is dangerous."

"What is dangerous?"

"Having that much life magic" Voldemort's voice grew quiet, "Life magic in moderation is okay, but to have it in great quantities usually ends badly. There is a reason behind the pureblood prejudice."

Harry's magic shifted, unfolding itself and slowly pushing against the wall separating the two of them, "How does it end badly?"

"Life magic is much different than the magic wizards use on a daily basis. It is stronger than normal magic and it is generally either wholly dark or wholly light, while normal magic can be shifted and changed. Life magic also… eats I suppose would be the best word… Well it eats normal magic, adds it to its power. If a wizard has more life magic than normal many times their magic is slowly drained from them, starting at their birth. For normal wizards their magic is fully gone by the time they reach seventeen. For the more powerful wizards, those with what can be considered unending power; well they don't feel the effects until later in life."

"Oh, does that mean that you are slowly losing our power to our life magic?"

Voldemort was quiet for a long time and Harry closed his eyes, figuring that he just didn't want to speak of the slow loss of his magic. When he finally spoke again, Voldemort's voice was very quiet, "I think that when the muggles pulled all of our magic to the surface, including our life magic, the mix caused our magic to fully become part of our life magic."

Harry snapped his eyes open and shifted his magic around just to make sure, "Then how come we can still control it?"

Again Voldemort was quiet for a while, probably pondering Harry's question. "There is the distinct possibility that with the pulling of our life magic to the surface it became accessible to our control."

"Oh, does this mean that we can only to the designated spells that are either dark or light?"

"Yes."

Both of them fell silent then. Their decision in magic choice had been taken away from them.

Harry jerked awake when the door slid open and the muggle from before walked in. He walked jerkily up to the cages and directed his gaze towards Voldemort's cage. "The security guards think that you have gone insane, apparently you are talking to yourself about the most random things." He waved his hand, "I asked them what they expected from freaks like you two."

Harry shrank away from the wall dividing them when he felt Voldemort's magic rise exponentially. Its dark roots leaking out in a vindictive manor, burning hot and making the temperature in the cages substantially hotter.

The muggle smirked, "Ah, you seem to forget that you can't get to me."

Voldemort's magic started to leak through the dividing wall and Harry scrambled desperately away to the far side of his cage. His magic curled in around him, the air becoming thick like molasses where it condensed. Voldemort's voice was a spiteful whisper, "You dare to call us freaks? You are the one that is catching your human brethren and killing them in cold blood."

Harry drew his eyebrows together, "Hypocrite, much?"

Voldemort's magic snapped at him, "Shut up."

The muggle's eyes widened marginally and he looked between the two wizards, "You were communicating?"

Voldemort's attention snapped back to the muggle, "No. I know the boy well enough that I guessed as to what he said. He has been making those hissing noises sense you cut his vocal cords, probably trying to gain some semblance of speech back."

The muggle nodded in understanding and then walked over to his computer, "You two are in for a treat today. We caught a couple of your kind snooping around outside, you get to see the extraction process."

Harry tore his gaze away from the dividing wall, "what?"

The muggle gave him a strange look before continuing, "We have about half an hour before we bring them in, right now we are trying to extract some more information from them." The man started clicking away at his computer.

Harry slowly turned his gaze back to the dividing wall and after a few minutes of silent contemplation Harry spoke, "Riddle, I think there is a weakness in the cages."

Voldemort's magic, which still had yet to settle, shifted its attention towards him. It didn't snap at him this time, instead it seemed to purr contentedly.

Harry took that as his queue to continue, "Your magic is seeping through it. Come to think of it, I have been able to sense your magic this whole time, I think it's the same for you. I think there is the distinct possibility we could break the cages using this dividing wall."

Voldemort finally hissed back quietly, "It is worth a try I suppose, though if this cage is just one big one with a dividing wall shoved in between it won't damage the binding of our Magic."

Harry shook his head, ignoring how his locks of hair had grown shaggier in the weeks of their confinement. "It could still weaken the cage, even if it doesn't break it."

"Alright, on the count of three hit the wall with all of your magical force." Voldemort's magic receded a little. Harry guessed he was gathering his magic to strike at the wall and started to gather his magic also. "One… Two… Three."

Harry threw his magic at the wall with all of his will power, and nothing happened. He yanked his magic back and started to pound into the well repetitively with what felt like a large hammer. After a couple of seconds the wall buckled and bent in a twisted motion and then snapped apart, bending away and twisting violently away from the rest of the walls. The separate halves of the wall fell to the floor of their cage twisted into small metal balls. The muggle let out a startled curse and rushed out of the room.

Harry let out a deep breath and looked up at the man across from him. Voldemort's ruby eyes were glowing with power and the drifting power about him looked like a constantly moving shadow. "We did it, Potter."

Harry shook his head and turned to the bars sharply, throwing him magic harshly against them. Only to have it snap right back at him and slam against him in return. Harry jerked backwards from the pain and immediately crashed into Voldemort who let out a startled grunt.

After Harry recovered from the shock of the pain enough to pull away from Voldemort, "No we didn't, we didn't even weaken it." Harry scooted over to the back wall, letting himself rest against it, purposefully avoiding Voldemort's eyes.

He stayed like that, with Voldemort's eyes never leaving him, until the muggle walked back through the door with two others following close behind. He directed them over to the cage, "We need to make sure the suppressant holds, otherwise we need to give them the sedative and move them." The two men quickly went to work doing things to the cage that Harry didn't understand. The muggle's face swam into his view and he said in a quiet voice directed at the him and Voldemort, "The two of you shouldn't have been able to do that."

The man stood up and went back to the computer. He clicked furiously away at it until the two men stopped testing the cage. "Sir, it is holding fine. Do you want us to bring in the first witch?"

The muggle turned his gaze back on Harry and Voldemort and said simply, "Yes."

Harry let his eyes fall closed as the door swished open and the men disappeared into a hall way. His anger rose up from pits of his stomach. The air around him chilled to an ice cold temperature. He opened his eyes, sure that he was ready for whoever they brought through that door. He wasn't.

Ginny Weasly, with all of her beautiful red hair, walked through the door being led by one of the men. There was a thick metal collar fastened around her neck, and Harry guessed that it acted as the cages had, suppressing the girl's power.

Harry let out a great hissing breath and watched as the men led her over to a large metal table and forced her to sit on it. She met Harry's eyes and her eyes went wide with recognition. Harry felt something break within him. The men hooked her up to a machine that Harry guessed was meant to drain her magic. They flipped the machine on and Ginny screamed.

Harry felt that something, the something that had originally cracked, shatter. He threw all of his magic and will power at the bars and the cage shook. Harry let out a shaky breath as the pain coiled in his gut before he threw his magic again. This time the cage shuddered. Harry gasped through the pain and threw his magic again, and the cage groaned. Then the screaming stopped.

Harry snapped his head up to find them hauling a pale and lifeless Ginny out of the room. Harry felt as if he was floating as the door swished closed and then open again. A sob escaped his throat when a bushy haired witch was led into the room, collar around her neck. Hermione turned to meet his wide green eyes and Harry just barely made out her gasp as tears started to stream down her face. Harry blinked in shock when he too found a wet substance on his cheeks. He was crying.

A hand made its way onto his shoulder and Harry turned his head to look at Voldemort, "You're glowing, Potter."

Harry looked down at his hands and blinked again feeling slightly dethatched from his body.

Voldemort spoke even softer this time, "Harry, she should live, if my theory is correct."

Harry nodded and when Hermione started to scream Harry covered his ears with his hands. He barely processed the sigh that came from above him, nor the arms that wrapped securely around him.

He did hear when the screams stopped and there were muffled gasps of surprise and exclamations. He turned his head to the side to find a weak looking Hermione slip off the table. She met his eyes again. Her eyes were wide and she trembled softly, but the thing that struck Harry the most was the deep sadness that was directed towards him.

He watched mutely as they led a still alive Hermione out of the room. Collapsing his head against the firm chest next to him Harry let his eyes drift closed, magical exhaustion making its self known.

Voldemort spoke quietly then, "They will pay for what they have done today. They will pay for what they have done in the past weeks. They will pay for ever thinking to take a Wizard's magic away from them." He let his hand travel down the back of the trembling powerful boy in his arms. "And the best part; we will be the ones who will make them pay." He looked down and his glowing red eyes were met by softly glowing emerald eyes.

When Harry woke up he was back on his side of the cage. He stared bleakly out at the room beyond the bars. He felt drained and to lethargic to move. The room was dark now, as it was every night. Harry wondered how long he had been locked in this room and found he had lost count of the weeks, was it three weeks? Or maybe Five?

He blinked; school would have started by now either way. He was missing his last year. He jerked slightly when he realized that he had missed his birthday. He had come here when he was sixteen; he must be seventeen by now.

Harry let his thoughts drift and wondered what wizarding society was like right now. Probably in shambles, none of their figure heads were there to lead them. One was dead and the other two were locked in a cage together, helpless despite the great amount of power they held.

Voldemort's hand rested on his arm out of nowhere and Harry jumped. "I believe you weakened the structural integrity of the cage when you were trying to get through and save the Weasly girl. The muggles were too busy obsessing over their power to realize what happened, too."

Harry shifted away, "It doesn't matter."

Voldemort looked startled, "What do you mean it doesn't matter?"

Harry's head lolled back to look at Voldemort, "I've lost my voice, one of my friends is dead, one of my other friends is completely drained of her magic, the wizarding world is probably in shambles by now, we may be the only two wizards left a-"

Voldemort cut him off sharply, "You are despairing, and acting like a weak hormonal teenager. Better yet, you are acting like a Malfoy."

Harry jerked upwards at that comment, "I am not acting like a Malfoy!"

"Yes you are. Now would you look at the structural integrity of this cage with me?" Voldemort backed away from him.

Harry sighed exaggeratedly, "Fine."

Voldemort nodded and then pointed the edged surrounding the bars, "Look here, there seems to be a slight crack in between the bar wall and the other dimensions. The structure and feel of it is much different than it was before, also. And, if I remember correctly, the last time you hit the cage wildly it groaned. I think if we attack it like we did the dividing wall we might be able to break out of this cage, and then we would be free to use our magic." He directed a nasty smile towards Harry, "Then we can get our revenge."

Harry gave him a weak smile and started to draw his magic up about him, ready to strike, "On your word."

Voldemort nodded, "Now."

Their magic battered against the bars with the force of multiple sledge hammers behind it. Ignoring the smarting pain Harry was concentrating so hard he didn't notice when Voldemort's hand drifted over his.

The bars of the cage groaned and sighed and then buckled before flying outward into the room. Light magic poured out in to the room like a fast rushing river going over a pounding waterfall. Dark magic followed at a more sedate pace, resembling that same rive just on a flat plain with no gravity to force it into a dangerous quickness.

Harry stepped out first and as he took a deep breath of restraint free air the table that had been used to extract the magic of his friends crumbled into a small piece of scrap metal. When Voldemort followed Harry a hurricane of wind tore through the room, damaging everything in its path.

Harry turned his head and looked at the door, his magic settled about him like a long cape that brushed about his feet. He waited for Voldemort to finish his destruction of the room before approaching the door.

The door slid open easily and the two wizards were confronted by ten large men holding muggle weapons. One of the muggles piped up, "These are filled with sedatives and strong magic represents. We will shoot if you do not back down."

Harry waved his hand hissing, "Stupefy." His magic rushed forth and all the men fell, their hearts crawling to a slow steady pace as Harry's magic smothered them.

His spell was quickly followed by ten green killing curses being shot at them, "Your magic may be affiliated with the light, but mine is perpetually dark."

Harry ignored the comment and walked forward over the fallen men. The temperature was quickly dropping as his anger started to consume him. Voldemort followed him quietly, his own magic heating up and sparking occasionally.

The muggle who was always in the room rounded the corner a pistol pointed forward. He abruptly stopped upon finding the two wizards standing there unharmed, "It's not possible." He stated simply.

Harry's magic shifted and turned its icy chill to the man. Ice formed out of nowhere and stabbed the man through the chest multiple times, "I find that when it comes to me, many things that are not possible are quiet possible." The man fell to the floor in a great heap, "That is for hurting my friends." He stepped over the dead muggle and proceeded down the hall until they reached the exit.

Voldemort followed him, chuckling occasionally, "That was quite a show back there, Potter."

Harry walked out into muggle London, "It was my revenge. My Vengeance."

Voldemort nodded and came to stand next to Harry, "Is it okay if I take us to Hogwarts. It they haven't found the castle it would be the best place for use as a fortress in wagging war on these muggles."

Harry nodded in agreement and calmly slipped his arm through Voldemort's. With a twisting pull through a tube and Harry found himself standing outside the gates to Hogwarts.

Voldemort walked forward to the gates and looked up to the castle. He whispered something and his Magic flowed up to the castle. After a moment he nodded, "The muggles don't know of Hogwarts, yet." He turned back to face Harry, "I have heard that you can cast a patronus."

Harry nodded, "But I can only speak Parseltongue. I'm still not sure why the stupefy worked."

Voldemort sighed and opened the gate, ushering Harry in, "I think your magic has adapted to the fact you can only speak Parseltongue. Cast the spell, call all wizards who still live to the Castle Hogwarts."

"All Wizards?"

"Yes, Potter. I fear that we may be waging a global war now."

"I don't know if I can cast a patronus that strong."

"Our magic is a lot stronger than it used to be, thanks to the mixing of our life magic. Just cast the patronus."

Harry looked at him for a second before shoving his hand into the air and whispering "Expecto Patronum" A beautiful white stag burst from the palm of his hand. It bowed deeply to Harry before racing off.

"See it worked."

"Shut up."

"I prefer not to. Now, let us go designate where we will be staying in the castle."

"What makes you think I would want to stay anywhere near you."

Voldemort looked over at him with a raised eyebrow, "We are the leaders, it would make sense if we were somewhere near one another."

Harry huffed and let his magic fall to the ground, sprawling out towards the castle. When it started to intermingle with Voldemort's a moan forced its way past his lips as pleasure raced up his spine. He met Voldemort's eyes and knew the man was in the exact same condition as him. Harry quickly withdrew him magic and took a great whooping breath, "What the hell was that?"

"I have no clue, but it felt like your magic was inside of mine and still surrounded it."

"It felt good."

Voldemort's eyes dilated, "Yes, it did."

A/N: Second Chapter done! Let me know what you think in a review.