"Ouch….ouch…ouch.." is what Harry Potter said every time he stepped on a particularly sharp rock. He had been running as fast as he could since he left the Dursley's house, and since he was now on the outskirts of his little town and didn't recognize where the hell he was he decided to stop his frantic running and walk. The minute he stopped, the pain in his feet became extremely apparent. He scrunched up his face in agony and didn't look down. Maybe because he was scared he would be leaving behind bloody footprints.

"Why didn't I put shoes on?..bloddy hell!" He said in a hoarse voice that broke the still silence.

He had been out of the neighborhood area for some time, and was now walking though some trees that he assumed was the beginning of some kind of park, but he didn't know, he had never been there before.

"I can't go on like this.."

He cursed as he suddenly collapsed by a huge tree..

He curled up on the hard earth out of exhaustion.. His face tilted up to the dark sky which was speckled with stars, he closed his eyes softly, and dozed for just a brief moment.

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Harry Potter woke up a few minutes later to the sound of muffled voices. They sounded like they were far away, and after a couple minutes of listening he could tell they were getting louder.

"Oh shit! How could I be so stupid…? Dumbledore obviously had some type of ward around the house that would inform him if I left!"

He cursed again as he attempted to get on his feet, which he regretted immediately because feeling the pain on the bottom of his feet made him collapse again. "Ouch!" he said without thinking.. The voices stopped, and he could hear feet pounding against the ground in his direction.

"Oh shit! They're going to make me go back to the Dursley's! I can't go back..no..no..noo I can't go back.. I gotta get away…"

He jumped up again, this time ignoring the pain, and sprinted desperately into the woods. He ran until he could no longer make out the road, or anything but the dark and cold forest. He ran with no other thought than that of getting away. He ran with so much pain in his feet that he didn't even comprehend the growing pain in his scar. A pain, that with every step he took, was getting stronger… and Stronger…and stronger…

After a few minutes he slowed down to a steady jog as he looked behind him to see if he had any followers. The second he turned his head back in front, was the very second he ran into something. Stumbling to the ground, and looking up in utter shock, he managed to make out a tall dark figure in sweeping black robes. The gears in his head suddenly stopped and it took him 3 or 4 seconds to come to any sort of realization.

"Oh no…" He gasped in sudden agony as the pain in his scare heightened to unbelievable levels.

"Harry…Potter…" The tall man said in a dangerous voice that was barely a whisper. He looked down at the young boy, with a strange gleam in his eyes.

"Y-you.." was all Harry managed to choke out.

For he knew who this man was. This was Lord Voldemort. The man so dark and so dangerous that people were scared to even say his name. The man responsible for so many deaths. The man who killed his parents, and Cedric. The man who he saw come out of that giant caldron just last year…..

Harry Potter might be brave, but right now he was trembling with a fear he rarely felt.

"Should I kill you Harry Potter? Or should I make you feel so much pain that you beg for death first?" Voldemort said in a low and dangerous voice, with his wand held tauntingly. He now wore an evil grin on his pale face.

Harry didn't say anything. He was too scared and in too much pain to even understand what the other was saying.

Voldemort took in Harry's appearance. He noticed how bruised and wounded he was. The only garment of clothes he had on was pants and he looked smaller than you'd imagine a 14 year old boy to look. His messy raven hair flowed across his face, his eyes filled with innocence and fear, streaming with tears from the obvious pain he was in.

Somehow this surprised Voldemort... He was not a man to be left in the dark when it came to knowing things, and he quickly used his legilimency skills to pry into the boys skull. He saw nothing at the forefront of his mind except fear, so he pried even farther, he saw the abuse, the neglect, the days upon days of being locked away.

"hmm.. ..Interesting.. it seems Dumbledore isn't taking care of his little savior." Voldemort thought with a smile on his evil face.

Suddenly something happened…. Voldemort didn't desire to kill the boy….yet.

"After all…" he thought to himself. "He is mine now…. To do with as I please. He is small and innocent. How could I have possibly ever feared this boy before? It's strange how I once thought this weak and pathetic boy could ever match my power…."

His thoughts were interrupted as hurried footsteps could be heard in the distance.

Voldemorts bent down to the trembling boy ,grabbed his wrist sharply with cold, pale hands, and they were gone with a loud *crack*