The Harry That Never Happened
Hey again, another chapter it is and if you haven't realised, I am planning on making each chapter around 1,500 words long. If I ever improve my ability to write longer chapters within a good time I will but I prefer to get out a regular update. The few scenes in which Harry views what Voldemort does will all hopefully be in this chapter and 1 or 2 to come.
Front Seat and Backstage Pass
Opening his eyes, he looked out. What was weird was the fact that his eyes had a something missing. In the child's primal conscience something was wrong, something was different that should be.
He cleared his eyes, something was changed and the child couldn't work out what. Then he noticed, he could see. Nothing was fuzzy or blended, the colours stood out from each other. That's when he blinded without thinking about it.
After the euphony, he started to take in details. Or at least observe with no through conscience, with no thought. Before him laid a bleeding man, clinging to the fetal position.
That when he started talking, " You have served your usefulness Wormtail, you have no other purpose to me. Especially since you broke your cover in the Order."
The man upon the floor looked up and began to beg…
Grovelling he said, " Lord, I have given you my all. If I go back, they'll throw me in Azkaban". The begging obvious in his voice.
"Who said you would be going back Wormtail?" The gleam in his eye most obvious, and the joy seeping into Harry's mind.
Sobbing now, kneeling beside the throne literally kissing his feet. " Master please….. Please … Please!"
" I wish do as you wish Wormtail." He himself sounded sincere but the menace flooding his mind betrayed his true intentions. Slowly and carefully he drew his wand by his side.
"Thank you Master, Wormtail will never let you down. I shall be your most loyal servant, not even Sirius Black will stop me." The joy in his voice lifted it higher and bounced it off the wall, the servant was completely ignorant to what was about to happen.
"You shall never Wormtail, Sirius will be in Azkaban now. The Ministry really believed he was the killer. Now I have one more task for you Wormtail." His voice was now almost mocking and sarcastically sincere, almost like he was appreciating the filth on his shoe.
"Crucio!" His full intent finally reaching the surface.
Harry started to cry in his mind, sadness leaking from his. The unnatural scared him more and more, he was committing this act.
Wormtail continued to thrash around on the floor, screaming the entire time while wild spasms threw his body around and fire filled his nerve endings. The cuts he already had on him bleed harder, creating a pool of blood around the screaming man.
He continued to scream and scream before it blended into the sound of him laughing, not light and joyous but sadistic and disturbed.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" , the scream drowned on and on, seeming to fill the air with the resonation of the sound, " Please … ahhh … kill …. ME!"
A smirk appeared upon his lips, "Of course Wormtail"
A blasting hex flew into Wormtails knee. Blowing apart his leg and throwing blood everywhere. Blood created a lake around the pitiful man as he continued to suffer under the cruciartus curse.
" Happy Dying Wormtail", with that the Dark Lord stalked out to the soundtrack of pitiful screams.
"When he hasssss died, eat dear oneee" He said in Parseltongue as he pushed open the door.
That's when he blacked out.
Before him stood a massive, awe inspiring craven, at least 30 foot tall and perfectly circular: in the centre was an island surrounded by water. Upon the island was a basin. The basin was made of pure stone and stood up from the sand with much majesty and struck down any ideas of breaking it immediately.
Throughout the cavern was a feel of magic and warding, it was as if the cavern was pulsing from the power laid in it. It could burst any moment out onto any object to disobey it.
Forced to look back Harry saw he was dragging a man, unconscious and limp completely. The man wore broken and tore cloths, his face still wore a look of pure shock and fear. Thoughts of pure hatred went through his head as he viewed the man behind him. As if this man had committed the worst crime possible towards him.
Climbing into the boat and throwing the man onto the other side, he began rowing the boat across the water. Loving the physical exertion but also meaning that he did inadvertently kill his "guest" before he should.
Once upon the island he approach the basin, as he suspected it was empty of contents. This angered him even more, how could someone get past all his wardings and protections but also drink this poison. The poison was also inert and not effect by magic, only he could reach into it.
Turning back towards his "guest" he struck him around the face in pure anger. It was the most he could do at that moment however soon he could have his revenge.
Drawing a circle in the sand before then constructing a pentagram inside. Upon the top point he put the locket the Salazar Slytherin, then at each other point he made a cut and let a few drops of blood onto each corner. As blood was put onto each corner, they started to glow with a bright light.
Once this was done he put his "guest" into the centre, imprisoning him in a full body bind. Before reinvigorating him.
The man's eyes jumped open, sparked with confusion and questioning before glowing alight with fear and acceptance. His very expression was that one of pure loathing towards the Dark Lord once he recognised him.
"Voldemort" He sneered out with a voice of pure insult and malice.
"Regulus, you must think too much of yourself to believe you can defy me and live. What more what would your dear parents think about a pureblood betraying his cause?" he said, looking straight into the man eyes, they only showed pure disgust.
"That I am a blood traitor, but you can't betray your own blood. I just awoke from the bigoted madness." The calmness with which he said it only furthered to enforce the pure hatred dripping off the man.
"No Regulus, you fell into the ignorance of sleep. You were awake but you allowed yourself to be lured into idiocy. There is no hope for your kind, the Potters are dead." He threw out the last remark, preparing to relish the look on the man's face.
"Oh no Tom, you'll find one very much alive. The-Boy-Who-Lived." His eyes boring into those of Voldemort before finding what they were looking for and smiling.
"You think yourself so clever, Tom, but you are nothing compared to those who love. The Potters have more power than you ever will." The tips of his lips rose in a mocking smile at the evilest man to walk the earth in recorded history.
"Your lunacy is legendary Regulus, however you will die like the Potters have. You shall not trick." Successfully covering his fear of that statement in his face however his thoughts betrayed themselves to Harry. Pure worry was in his head; however it wasn't going to make him get distracted from his task.
Beginning to incant a spell out loud, speaking in a cross of Parseltongue and Latin he prepared a spell of bind and stealing. I had part of ripping and separating in.
Regulus seemed to realised what was going on and looked around worry etched onto his face. He looked down and them it increased tenfold.
Voldemort, seeing Regulus's distress, pulled a locket out of his robes holding it out for the man to see. He continued chanting but Regulus began to struggle against his bonds. The tempo of time in the cavern began to increase as magic flowed thickly into the air. Gripping both the locket and Regulus, winding around them and covering them with pure magical energy.
Having finished incanting, Voldemort spoke to Regulus, " You thought that I wouldn't realise my locket was gone. I congratulate you on destroying the Horcrux however from your success I will create a new one. Seven is as always the most powerful number. Good-bye Regulus, Avada Kedavra".
The killing curse consumed Regulus, glazing his eyes over as his body went limp. As soon as that happened, a black darkened shard separated from him. The dark shard appeared to come out from his heart and proceeded to the locket.
The shard coated the locket, surrounding it and encasing it before blending into the locket, almost fusing with the metal. At the last moment the locket flashed white before falling to the ground.
He walked over and picked it up. Examining it and checking his handiwork. When he finally seemed settled that the locket wasn't going to do anything than stay still, he took it and placed it in the basin. The locket sat at the bottom of the basin, at which he removed a vial from the inside of his robes and poured it into the basin, encompassing the locket and filling the basin to the top.
Fitting the vial back into his robes he walked away. However he had one final act to perform.
Turning towards the sea he pointed his wand into the water. A rippling started and the water began to slop about, creating waves upon the shore.
From the water Inferi dragged themselves out of the water, walking or rather pulling themselves up to the one who had summoned them, or rather reanimated them.
Smiling as they came forth. He truly thought nothing could beat him.