Harry awoke with a groan and flipped off his back onto his side.

how did this all happen to him? why only him? did he do something wrong in his past life to deserve this? maybe but that doesn't mean he should be killed right?

harry's thoughts were cut-off by the door to his (dungeon) room and he looked at the bright light, "I seeee that your awake potter..." he heard the slithery sounding voice say, he will always remember that voice and never forget it. Harry started wiggling backwards and the man stepped forward, aparently harry wasn't to fast and had his hair pulled making his face face the murders face, Voldemort. his eyes were green almost yellow and his face a snake shaped in a way but you could tell he as human besides his non-existant nose.

Voltemort watched as the boy cringed away from him, he looked so helpless, afraid, vaunirable in this state. he knew the boy hated him but that would never change that he wanted the boy all to himself, he looked just like his father... besides his filthy mugle mothers eyes, but they suited his face and his complexion completly. "LET GO OF ME YOU CREEPY SNAKE!" he heard the boy yell, he mostly looked like a worm trying to wiggle out of someones grasp.

Voltemort smiled, he was going to have fun, even if it took all he had away from him, he had the boy.

Mine.

harry started to grow weak and tired, he would never give up though, but when you have something hard hitting your head when your in the state he's in then you would fall asleep as well.


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