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Order of Realisation: The Rewrite
Summary:AU 5th year onwards. Harry goes after Sirius to the ministry alone and when he is cornered by Voldemort hidden secrets are revealed, shocking all. "Well this changes everything." Voldemort finds out that Harry is a Horcrux and chaos ensues. A rewrite of "Order of Realisation"
Disclaimer: Characters and basic plot structure from beginning belong to J.K. Rowling, all else= mine.
Warnings: Voldemort. Sirius Black (language)
"A white face set around evil eyes. A smile and smirk shaped from lines of dramatic work"
Order of Realisation- Chapter 2
"Harry!" Sirius yelled in shock as he watched his Godson, clutched in the arms of Voldemort; disappear with a crack, leaving behind nothing but a wisp of black smoke. His lungs expelled the breath he had been holding as he fell back against his makeshift prison. He hadn't been able to do anything but watch as Harry was tormented and tortured by the dark wizard and now he was gone, instead he had yelled like a small child, finding it hard to hold back tears.
However, now that he was alone, Sirius let the tears roll down his face, hardly aware of them as he watched the space where they had disappeared with glazed eyes.
It had barely been two minuets since the impossible had happened when a single fireplace burst into action, revealing Albus Dumbledore storming through the green flames, his eyes blazing and hand ready to grasp his wand. Striding out of the fireplace, he looked around and then stopped short, his brow furrowed. Sirius watched dispassionately, not having the energy to call out to the Headmaster.
When his eyes finally landed on Sirius, they widened slightly,
"Sirius- what are you doing here- I thought I had told you to remain at..." he trailed off as he took him in- trapped in the lift, slumped against the side and eyes rimmed with red.
"Where's Harry-"
"He's gone."
Dumbledore had made his way across the auditorium by now and had withdrawn his wand to unlock the doors of the lift, he noticed Sirius's wand and summoned it for him wordlessly.
"Gone- what do you mean?" He questioned seriously as he helped Sirius get to his feet, ignoring how his hand were shaking and focusing on keeping eye contact.
"Voldemort, he was here and he attacked us both when the prophecy smashed." Sirius studied the elder man's face and he thought he caught a flicker of relief in his eyes, however in the next second his eyes were carefully blank, perhaps a little saddened but nothing more.
"Harry is still alive?" Dumbledore said in a voice that suggested that it wasn't a question, merely a statement. Sirius nodded shakily, his eyes flickering back over to where he had last seen Harry, blinking heavily when he heard remnants of Harry's yells.
"Voldemort was- he was going to kill him, but he changed his mind when I-"
Sirius was lost in his thoughts, wondering what had actually happened to halt dark wizard, the memory was a little hazy. Dumbledore placed a comforting yet firm hand on his shoulder, drawing him from his daze.
"What did you do to get his attention Sirius?" he questioned softly, his eyes a piercing blue as they searched his face.
"I can't remember..."
"You did not tell him I hope, the information which is of the upmost importance, something that should have-"
"What information?" Sirius cut across him, trying to ignore the way his heart beat started to race.
"The information we spoke of after the Triwizard Tournament- I know it distressed you Sirius but you cannot allow that to-"
"We didn't speak of anything after the tournament, we talked with Harry and then we took him to the hospital wing- nothing else was said." Sirius began to feel a little weird, like he was missing a big piece of a puzzle.
"Sirius, you and Severus were present when we talked about the possibility of Harry being a-"
"WHAT TALK? I have no idea what you are talking about! Explain to me now what –the- hell- is going on and why it matters to Voldemort!"
Dumbledore had paled slightly but remained silent for a while, aggravating Sirius on a whole new level.
"Dumbledore-"
But he was interrupted when the lift he had just exited moved away from them, it sunk to the floors below and they heard the slightly muffled greeting of the airy woman's voice as more passengers assembled in the lift.
Both Sirius and Dumbledore moved away slightly as the lift rose, revealing to them the rest-or what little there was- of the Order. Remus stood at the forefront, his face pale and brown eyes darting around all over the place. Moody wasn't present and neither was Tonks, causing Sirius to frown with worry. Kingsley was just behind Remus and seemed slightly aggravated.
Before Sirius could be spotted, he transformed- out of instinct- into a large black dog, desperately trying to avoid the Auror spotting him and getting suspicious- forgetting that Kingsley was as much a part of the Order as Remus was. When the lift came to a stop, Remus hurried through and looked at Sirius before focusing back on Dumbledore.
"Kingsley called in the Aurors, there weren't enough of us and Tonks was taken out- so Alastor took her to Mungo's- she should be alright-" he added with a glance at Sirius again. "We need help on rounding them up, we have enough to keep them contained- but not for long-" Remus stopped short when Dumbledore nodded sharply and disapparated with a crack.
"I shall return," Said Kingsley, looking down at Sirius in his dog form, "Perhaps you should remain with the unescorted- er- canine." He stepped back into the lift and before Remus could say anything, it was moving back into the ground.
As soon as he was gone from view, Sirius changed and grabbed onto Remus,
"Where's Harry?" Remus immediately bit out, "You came with him this way-"
"Harry- he's gone- Voldemort-" Sirius stammered and Remus paled considerably,
"Is he hurt? Where is he, did Voldemort- oh Christ- he didn't kill-" Remus spluttered, fear and concern present in his amber brown eyes.
"He's not dead- Not when I last saw him."
"But how?" Remus asked desperately.
"I don't- I can't- Dumbledore was trying to understand it. Apparently I did something to change his mind." Remus looked at Sirius was shock written across his face, he stammered slightly before getting out his reply,
"You changed his mind? How? What did you say?" The questions were spilling out of him, a mile a minute, and his eyes searched his face.
"I can't remember! Something happened, I called out to Harry and begged Voldemort to stop but he mocked me for it." Sirius paused, things had gotten a little confusing from here on out,
"I can't think- all I knew was that he appeared in front of me- he – I don't know- But next thing he was picking up Harry and disappearing with him." Remus let out a long breath, his eyes still wide,
"He picked him up? Did he hurt him- beforehand?" Sirius shuddered and shook his head, trying to get the images of Harry rolling around on the ground out of his head,
"Yeah- he tortured him." He muttered quietly, ignoring the groan that Remus let out in response, he couldn't have felt anymore guilty for not being there for Harry.
"Where were you in all of this? You were with him! You should have- oh I don't know- done something!" Remus looked at him angrily, the wolf shining through his eyes. Sirius only felt his guilt increase tenfold.
"I know! I was there with him, we'd stopped that bitch Bellatrix- but he just came out of nowhere and blasted me away from Harry before I could protect him!" Remus still looked angry but his closed his eyes and let out a sigh.
"You should have tried harder." Was his response, not laced with venom or ice, just hard hitting disappointment that made Sirius want to crawl up in a hole a die.
"I know." He muttered again, miserably.
The two remained silent for a long while after that and both jumped when the fire places lit up with green flames, revealing more Aurors and ministry workers. Without a word, Remus drew Sirius into the shadows, grasped his shoulder and disapparated back to Grimmauld Place.
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Headmaster Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk in his office at Hogwarts, his elbows resting on the arms of his chair and his fingers interlinked under his chin. He seemed to be in deep thought, his eyes unfocused as they gazed at the strange object in front of him.
The object was silver and circular in shape, and what looked like a transparent liquid rested at the bottom of the shallow bowl. The object was in fact a pensive- one that belonged to Dumbledore himself.
The headmaster let out a sigh and seemed to come back to himself as his eyes flickered towards a cabinet filled with phials, containing a substance more precious than liquid gold. They were his memories- specifically pertaining to one Tom Riddle.
Dumbledore had spent many an evening searching through his memories of the boy in the hopes of finding some sort of clue as to why and where Mr. Riddle had hidden his-
The door opened-cutting him off from his inner musings-and Dumbledore's eyes flickered towards the man standing in the entrance. He smiled and unclasped his hands, sitting back in his chair,
"Do come in Severus." He said softly, indicating with his hand that the man could sit down.
Severus Snape nodded his eyes dark and unyielding- he moved across the circular office and took a seat after pausing when he caught sight of the pensive.
"You asked after me Headmaster?" Snape asked, his tone polite yet curious. Not much had been heard from the Headmaster since his reinstatement. The memories of all those in the death chamber convinced the minister that the Dark Lord had returned, evident through the many boasts of several death eaters- particularly Bellatrix Lestrange- a recently escaped convict. Snape still wondered how Dumbledore had managed to conceal Black's presence at the whole ordeal.
However, more important things were at hand, such as the disappearance of one Harry Potter. Snape had been present when his friends had been found all around the castle- looking for the boy.
Dumbledore had followed the pathetic brigade, spinning stories of his reinstatement as Headmaster and the events at the ministry. He had then called him closer and Snape had been told to meet with the Headmaster when he was prepared. It had taken a few hours of silence before Snape had finally been called.
"I did indeed Severus and for a very importance reason." Dumbledore replied, no sparkle present in his icy blue eyes. Snape waited as the Headmaster took off his half moon spectacles and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I was pondering on the chance that you would bestow some of your memories upon me?" He continued quietly.
Snape leaned back a little, surprised but nothing more. He wondered what the other man would need from his memories.
"Could I enquire what particular memories you were interested in Headmaster?"
Dumbledore replaced his spectacles and looked him over in silence for a few moments.
"I would like the memories in relation to the meeting I shared with you and Mr. Black after the Triwizard Tournament." He said slowly, watching Snape carefully, a flicker of something behind his eyes.
Snape froze, he remembered that night clearly enough, the shock was still present at the back of his mind and it had a talent of returning whenever he looked at the Potter brat. However, it was what happened after the meeting that had made him freeze. Surely the Headmaster wouldn't be interested in that? Would he?
"I'm not sure what you mean-" he started but was cut off when the Headmaster raised a single hand.
"Please Severus; do not make me ask again, or in another fashion."
Snape looked at him steadily before taking out his wand and placing it next to his temple, he paused, looking up at the Headmaster before he closed his eyes and brought the memory back to the surface.
The memory fell from his head and he lowered it slowly into the pensive and then sat back. Dumbledore looked down into the bowl before meeting his eye,
"Thank you Severus."
And then he dipped his head into the bowl.
Albus Dumbledore found himself in the office he had just left previously, except the company was much different. His old self was behind the desk but instead of Severus in front of him, there was a bedraggled looking Sirius Black. Severus himself stood a little back from the desk, sneering at the turned back of his old school enemy.
Sirius was standing, looking at something on the chair, his face pale and eyes wide. At the time Dumbledore had wondered what he was looking at, but now, he moved forward and spotted a blood smear on the leg of the chair- where Harry had sat beforehand, as he retold his story. Obviously his wounds had been more extensive than he had first thought and the Headmaster felt a pang of guilt arise within him.
"Now, I know this is hard to take in Sirius." The Headmaster from the past said kindly, his eyes trying to catch the others, but he was adamant about not looking at him. Sirius snorted at his words and turned his back and paced across the office, completely uncaring of the fact that Severus was standing not two meters from him.
"Yeah of course," he muttered bitterly, "Finding out that not only Voldemort has returned, but he is also immortal through these things called Horcruxes." He spun around and glared at the Headmaster, "And to add to this, the only way to kill the bastard is to get rid of all- what was it? Six?- of them." The past Dumbledore remained silent, his eyes flashing with remorse, yet there was an undercurrent of excitement that was completely out of place.
"But no," Sirius continued, his voice getting louder, "To top it all- you think- or know that Harry- my Godson – Is the last fucking one! The 'unintentional' last Horcrux? Oh the bloody irony- which we can't even rub in the bastard's face because you want none of this information to leave this office!"
"Sirius-" Dumbledore tried,
"No don't! Don't even try to placate me! You've been lying to Harry his whole life! Lying about his chances; filling him with false hopes while you looked at him, knowing that one day-he-would-die!" Sirius was yelling now and he hardly cared that Severus was scowling at him,
"What would you have me do Sirius?" Dumbledore asked quietly, creating a great contrast between Sirius's shouting, "He's just a boy-"
"But you lied to him! He trusts you- I trusted you!"
"I know." Dumbledore said firmly, but his jaw was set, "But Harry cannot know- it will hinder him- cause him doubt-"
"You think?" Sirius spat, his eyes wide in anger, "He has a right to know! He'll feel betrayed, used- I won't let you do that to him."
"He has a purpose Sirius, as much as you wish to deny this- Lily and James died to protect that purpose-"
"Lily and James died to save their son's life! Not prolong it for a while! Lily never liked the Prophecy- she thought it evil, that a child would have to face up to that man!" Sirius was breathing heavily and for once Severus looked like he agreed with his nemesis.
"Harry's death will be in vain- is that what you want?" Dumbledore questioned,
"Harry's not going to die! You can bloody forget it- he's not going to search for those evil things, destroying them one by one only to discover that the thing he's loathed for so long is a part of him! It'll destroy him." Dumbledore sighed heavily,
"Without Harry, Voldemort will continue to remain, he will continue to destroy the lives of thousands- innocent people will fall victim to his wand. Is that what you want? It is for the greater good that Harry will have to make this sacrifice." Sirius leant over the desk,
"He shouldn't have to make that sacrifice. What if you're wrong? What then huh? Harry dies for nothing and Voldemort will be unstoppable in his glee over Harry's death!" Sirius paused a little, as if he realised the weight of his words, he stood back and let out a long breath, his eyes glistened as he looked away from the Headmaster.
"It's not fair." He muttered before spinning around and storming across the office, ignoring Dumbledore's calls at his back, he shouldered past Severus and threw the door open with a crash as it collided with the wall.
"He needs to know." He said steadily before descending quickly down the stairs outside of the Headmasters office.
There was a silence in the office before the Dumbledore from the past looked at Severus,
"Severus if you would-" he asked tiredly
"I'll handle it Headmaster." Severus answered curtly and went after Sirius. This is where Dumbledore from 'the present' moved out from the shadows of his own office. He glanced at his old self for a second before following after his Potions master- this was what he was here for.
Following the man robed in black, the Dumbledore from the present could pick up strained voices, when he arrived at the bottom of the stairs he was not disappointed. Sirius stood rigidly, his arm gripped by Severus- who looked peeved.
"Stop acting like a brat Black!" He whispered as he sneered at the other man. "You think you're the only one who has to deal with this news?" His voice was low but Sirius seemed to hear him loud and clear.
"Why would you care Snivellus? Huh? You don't give a damn about Harry." He yanked his arm out of his grip and moved to turn around. However, in a flash, Severus had his wand out and trained on the other man, who glanced down at it with a raised brow.
"Funnily enough Black- Potter isn't the only one is this whole agreement." Sirius looked weirdly at Severus, his eyes never leaving his.
"What are you talking about?"
"If you tell Potter about this- who else do you think it's going to affect hm? He could react to this badly- he may even seek to end his own life over it- he may be disgusted."
Sirius reeled back and glared,
"How-"
"You must keep this from him Black- it may send him over the edge, wait it out for now,"
"But why?" Sirius cut across him, "I can't do that to Harry."
"You can't do that? Or is it that you can't live with the guilt?" Sirius made to interrupt but Severus jabbed his wand in his chest. "I made my promises and I will not see you ruin the boy- he will not fall to teenage angst, if anything he should at least die for something!"
That was obviously enough for Sirius, as he took a step back and hardened his glare,
"You're just like him." He spat, jerking his chin in the direction of the Headmaster's office, but he turned around and walked quickly down the hall way.
Severus muttered something under his breath before he raised his wand a little higher,
"Oh Black?" he called tauntingly, making Sirius spin around in anger,
"What?"
"Obliviate."
Dumbledore watching in fascination as the memory was taken from Sirius, leaving him standing in the corridor with a confused look on his face. Severus turned around and stalked back up the stairs to the Headmasters office, leaving Sirius to shrug his shoulders, transform and lope down the corridor.
Dumbledore found himself back in his office once more, back in the present. Severus was looking at him with a guarded expression, assessing whether or not he should leave the Headmaster to his thoughts. Dumbledore sighed and sat back in his chair.
"Well this complicates things."
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Harry felt like the world was collapsing around him and he was being pushed through a tiny tube in space. His lungs felt compressed and he couldn't take a breath, it was dark all around him and the only thing he was properly conscious of was the grip Voldemort had around him. Before Harry could fully begin to panic, there was a loud crack and he could breathe once more.
Gasping, Harry kept his eyes closed as he tried to gather himself. He shivered when he felt Voldemort chuckle, his chest vibrating. Snapping his eyes open, Harry took one look around him before he began to struggle. His cheeks were flushed as he was mortified to still find himself in Voldemort's arms, one snaked under his knees and the other behind his back.
"Lemme go!" He demanded as he squirmed, narrowing his eyes when he felt Voldemort's grip increase slightly,
"Whatever you wish." Was the reply he got before he was released unexpectedly and he fell to the ground with a crash and thumped his head in the process. The wind was knocked out of him momentarily and he lay there gasping on the floor as Voldemort stepped over him and made his way over to a grand looking desk. His head spun and the arms that were bound behind his back ached with the impact of the fall and the weight of his body.
Harry glared at the smirk he could see on his face.
When he could breathe again, he struggled to sit up, his bound hands hindering the movement, and he looked around. He was in an elaborate room, that was least a quarter of the great hall at Hogwarts in size, but instead of the long benches, Harry found a rather nice looking coffee table in front of a large fire place, surrounded by luxurious couches and chairs, all of them coloured green with dashes of gold here and there. The flooring was a deep brown wood that was polished to a gleam, something he could imagine himself falling over in socks on. Detailed carpets lay in places and the desk that Voldemort sat at was situated above a particularly beautiful one.
'Whoa' he thought grudgingly, before he spotted a large king sized bed with black and green covers upon it. 'He actually sleeps? Huh, who'd of thought?' Harry jumped when he heard Voldemort chuckle again, it was a weird noise, too close to sounding human for Harry's liking,
"Of course I sleep Harry; I'm still human after all." Voldemort said with an amused look on his face as Harry gaped at him. He glared,
'Stay out of my head' He thought viciously, before hauling himself up and facing Voldemort properly even with his hands bound tightly behind his back.
"Oh I'm sorry- my mistake." He spat sarcastically, to which Voldemort only raised a hairless brow to. He then withdrew his wand and Harry flinched before he could stop himself, Voldemort only smirked at him before waving, causing a smaller and less grand chair to appear in from of him, the seat coloured in crimson. Harry rolled his eyes at the sight and earning himself another amused glance from Voldemort.
"Harry, why don't you sit down?" Voldemort practically purred and he decided very quickly that he didn't like Voldemort using his first name, it felt wrong and far too personal.
"I'd rather stand thanks." He said in a hard voice, meeting a slightly irritated look from Voldemort. Green met red for a while before Voldemort sighed a little, as if he was merely dealing with a five year old child.
'Yeah well that's what you get for kidnapping people.' Harry thought to himself, still standing.
"We have much to discuss." Voldemort continued as if he hadn't just heard what was going through Harry's head- which he highly doubted with the dangerous look in his eyes.
"No shit." Harry spat in response,
"Language Harry."
"I believe that would be English." Harry answered curtly. Who was he to correct his language? The snake faced bastard.
Harry stumbled back when he was hit with a mildly painful stinging hex; he tried to put his hands out to steady himself but only strained against the bonds. In the end he tottered around on his feet before he got his balance back.
Voldemort seemed to notice his difficulty and wordlessly he removed the ropes that were keeping his hands behind his back. Harry looked up at him in surprise before slowly rubbing at his wrists to get the blood flowing again.
"Sit down Harry." Voldemort said, but this time it was not a request. Harry paused and wondered how far he could push his limits, but he was still shaking slightly from the last round of the Cruciatus curse and decided it would be more beneficial to sit,
'For me, more beneficial for me.' He added in his head and almost made Voldemort roll his eyes- but that would have been an un-dark lordish- thing to do so instead he smirked a little smugly as Harry lowered himself carefully into the chair.
"Now," Voldemort started as he leaned forward in his chair, his eyes raking across Harry's face with such intensity that Harry almost regretted sitting down as he leaned away from the other man. "As I said, we have much to discuss as I am sure you are currently wondering why you are still alive, are you not?"
"Yeah, that did ignite my interest a little, you could say." Harry replied after a small pause in which he wondered if Voldemort was still sane.
'It's like he's Bi Polar or something.' He thought lightly, expecting Voldemort to start laughing like a maniac before bursting into tears. Harry snorted at that mental image and Voldemort narrowed his eyes a little before he shot him a grin,
"One would think that you were worried about me Harry, what with all your thoughts on my mental health?" Voldemort said silkily, pressing his lips together in a hard line when Harry merely glared,
"Hardly." Was his blunt reply.
"Keeping you alive doesn't mean you have to be in good condition." Voldemort said mildly, but Harry heard the threat loud and clear and would have shut up if he hadn't been previously riled up by the other man,
"Well I thank you graciously for your decision in 'keeping' me alive, the urge to kneel at your feet is becoming quite overwhelming." Harry's voice practically dripped with sarcasm and it was worth it to see the burning rage behind the other's eyes, he regretted it slightly when the other man suddenly stood and appeared in front of Harry.
Voldemort shot out a hand and gripped his left wrist, yanking it towards him. Harry's eyes narrowed in confusion, but then Voldemort began pushing up his sleeve, revealing his inner arm. His eyes widened in realisation and he tried to pull away but was unsuccessful as Voldemort's grip was like iron.
"W-what are you doing?" he asked, trying to keep his voice from wavering in panic. Voldemort had gotten out his wand and was now stroking the inside of his arm slowly, teasing him mercilessly.
"Oh, well I had assumed you wanted the Dark Mark, as only my servants wish to kneel before me. You wish to be my servant Harry?" his voice was mocking and he spoke in well acted innocence which reminded Harry painfully of Tom Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets.
Harry tried to tug his arm away again but failed miserably,
"Yeah- when hell freezes over you bastard!" He almost hissed, feeling the temperature drop in the room when Voldemort's eyes glinted.
"I believe hell is frozen."
Harry thought he'd finally lost it as he took in Voldemort's expression.
"What are you going on about?" he spat, trying to push away at his fear,
"Dante's inferno described hell as frozen." Voldemort said smoothly, his eyes glinting as he watched Harry trying to figure out what he meant
'Yep, that's it, he's cracked'
"Yeah well you know what they say, go to heaven for the weather and hell for the company." Harry said out loud but glared pointedly at Voldemort who just smirked at him, his wand digging into his arm.
"You still haven't made yourself clear Harry." He said softly, reminding Harry of the mark that could be a part of his arm if he didn't do something soon.
"I don't want to be your bloody death eater!" He finally declared, leaning away from Voldemort as he chuckled at him. After a moment, Voldemort withdrew and Harry let out a breath he didn't realised he'd been holding,
"Good, I wouldn't want your sort in my ranks either." He muttered slyly as he made his way back around his desk.
"My sort?" Harry exclaimed incredulously, "You're a half blood too, or do I need to remind you Tom?" Harry flinched when he was thrown backwards off his chair and onto the floor, the impact made him bite his tongue and there was a coppery taste in his mouth.
"My my Harry, you need to watch your mouth."
Harry glared up at him,
"Bite me."
"I'd rather not- but do not worry Harry, we will fix that problem of yours in no time." Harry sat up and did not pick up the chair, nor did he think about sitting down again, it made him feel vulnerable.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked as he jutted out his chin, squaring his shoulders at the other man.
"Well nothing of mine can be less than perfect and your tongue hardly makes you adequate."
"My tongue will do- What? Mine? I am not yours!" Harry spluttered as Voldemort's words registered in his brain, but he didn't care because Voldemort was shooting him a possessive look that made him feel extremely uncomfortable. Voldemort stood and took a step towards him; Harry matched this by moving further away from him.
"I don't think you quite understand what's going on here Harry." Voldemort said quietly, his tone hard as he continued to move towards Harry, who was moving away from with each step he took.
"The reason you're alive." Another step, "Is only because," another step, "You- are- my- property."
Harry had frozen at the resolve in those words. Voldemort was saying them in such a way that didn't come across as mocking or cruel, but instead just certain- confident. Voldemort was being completely serious and it scared Harry witless.
"I'm not your property- you can't – it's not-"
"Not what Potter?" Voldemort cut him off harshly and Harry realised too late that he was right in front of him, before he could move away Voldemort had grasped his chin, making his scar ache.
"I marked you as mine that night in Godric's Hollow!" Voldemort almost shouted making Harry jump and try and jerk away as his scar burned with a new intensity, but Voldemort was having none of it. His wand came up and traced his scar slowly as he looked Harry dead in the eye.
"Minor details Harry- haven't you figured it out yet?" Voldemort mocked, his voice soft,
"What-"
"You speak Parseltongue, yet you are no relative of mine. You feel my emotions and I yours through your scar. I can even read your mind with little to no effort."
"That's only because-" Harry tried but shut up when his scar peaked in pain, hinting to him that he should be silent.
"No- it's because you are mine, my property, under my control and there is little to nothing you can do about it Potter."
Harry watched him, fear coiling in his stomach as he blinked through the pain in his head. Voldemort wasn't making any sense, yet there was a certainty above his heart that caused him dread. Voldemort's red eyes seemed to glow in the low light of the room and Harry wished he was anywhere but here, far from any help or salvation.
"You'll understand, with time." Voldemort muttered, finally letting him go and turning away from him.
"You're insane!" Harry bit out before he could stop himself; he was shaking on his feet, grabbing at a chair to stop himself from falling over as he watched the other man walking away from him.
Voldemort only laughed, this time it was high and inhuman and sent shivers down his spine,
"How ironic!" Voldemort called in his high cold voice, "Do I disgust you Potter? Do you hate how you can resemble me at times?"
"I'm nothing like you!" Harry spat, clenching his fists together to try and reel in his anger before he pushed Voldemort to his limits in tolerance. Voldemort only hummed in amusement as he made his way over to the doors of the room, they flew open with a flick of his hand and he spun on the threshold to look at Harry one last time, his tall shadow reaching across the floor towards him.
"Sit down Harry before you fall down- I wouldn't want my property damaged would I?"
And with that he was gone, but not before he laughed at Harry's yells as he released all of his frustration.
'I hate him!'
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