So this chapter is long overdue...sorry!
"Leave me alone" Harry whispered, fists clenching into his pillow as he heard his door open.
Boots clicked across the floor, ignoring his demands, as the person approached.
The Death Eater tutted, their voice high pitched.
"Careful Harry" Bellatrix's voice rung out. "I could have been the Dark Lord" She teased.
Harry clenched his wet eyes shut, anyone but her.
"He never comes here" Harry retorted, and it was certainly true. Voldemort had never visited his room, ever. Harry was always dragged down and presented to the Dark Lord on demand.
Bellatrix sighed, heavily and deliberately.
"You're not still sulking are you?"
Harry clenched his fists, the bloody image flicking through his head, he still hadn't gotten all the blood out from underneath his fingernails.
"You need to forget about Pettigrew." Bellatrix continued lazily. "The Dark Lord is expecting to give you to away after all, you need to be presentable"
"Make him change his mind" Harry hissed, face still pushed into his pillow.
Bellatrix sat down on Harry's bed, usually he would have cared, moved away or been wary of her close proximity but he remained perfectly still.
Her long fingers began to twine through his hair.
"Now Harry" She teased. "You better behave, Sirius won't like you if you disobey him"
"I don't care" Harry sniffed. "I hate him"
Why couldn't he stop shaking, he just wished he could close his eyes but every time he did, Peters shredded neck flashed before his eyes, Black's sharp teeth stained in blood.
"Of course you do" She teased cruelly. "Black is undeserving of your love"
Her nails tightened in his hair, as Bellatrix pulled it painfully tight. Forcing his tear soaked eyes to face hers.
"Do you hate me Harry?" She asked delicately, a sinister smile on her face.
Harry withdrew, biting down on his lip as he forced himself to shake his head desperately.
"What was that?" She leaned in closer, her own wand in her grip as she kept Harry's neck twisted painfully.
Harry knew what she wanted, but his throat was too sore from crying. He just wanted to be left alone.
"Harry?" She pressed.
Harry wished Black had killed her instead.
"No Bella, I love you" Harry forced himself to grit out. It was painful enough, without her making everything worse.
"There's a good boy" She grinned sickeningly as she pulled Harry closer, it would have been almost motherly, if Bellatrix knew anything about being considerate or caring.
"I wish the Dark Lord would let me have you" She taunted. "But we can't all get our way"
Harry couldn't help it, as he broke out into fresh tears, pulling himself tighter into her embrace, sobs shaking through him. He had lost the only person who had vaguely shown any interest in him and now he was truly alone forever.
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"Is it possible for you to remain still for even a minute Black?"
Sirius paused in his pacing to shoot Severus Snape a very cold glare. He hadn't noticed him enter the room he was in.
It was only a day since he had ripped Peter apart and he had disappointingly gained little satisfaction from it. Harry was still with Voldemort, whereas Sirius was trapped in Lucius Malfoy's house.
He had been surprised when he hadn't been thrown straight into the dungeons, but it offered him little comfort as he rubbed his sleeve. Below his shirt was a freshly burned Dark Mark.
"You are a fool Black" Snape continued, eyes fiercely cold.
Sirius yanked his shoulder away.
"What do you want Snape?" He asked.
"Thanks to your foolishness, the Dark Lord is keeping an exceptionally close eye on his inner circle" Snape snapped.
Sirius couldn't help but grin. "What's wrong?" He taunted. "Not allowed out to play?"
Snape didn't even blink, but his expression darkened. This pretty much confirmed it.
"The Dark Lord is wary about any information regarding your intentions leaking out" Snape hissed.
Sirius shrugged. "And, what's your point?"
Snape looked ready to throttle him, his wand spitting dangerous sparks.
"You are going to destroy the whole Order, just for your own selfishness?"
Now Sirius was angry. "My selfishness?" He demanded. "You know this is only about Harry, nothing else"
Snape slashed his wand, and Sirius had to dodge it.
"You are going to destroy everything" He snarled.
"I hadn't noticed" Sirius replied coldly. "It's not like Harry has been imprisoned most of his life" He retorted. "Or that we were actually going to get him out any time soon."
"I hate to remind you Black" Snape hissed. "But your plan doesn't involve getting Potter out"
"It's better then his current circumstance" Sirius retorted.
A door opened suddenly.
Lucius Malfoy appeared, eyes flicking towards them both, widening at their aggressive stances. Sirius was so tempted to rip Snape's throat out as well, as Snape stepped away, lowering his own wand.
Fortunately Malfoy didn't query further.
"The Dark Lord wants to see you Black" He bit out.
Sirius fixed Snape with one last look.
"You better make sure that potion doesn't work" He hissed quietly under his breath, as he brushed past Snape sharply.
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Sirius was surprised when he wasn't taken back to the Dark Lords manor. Instead, Lucius Malfoy led him to a smaller chamber in his own home.
Voldemort's eyes only narrowed on his entrance, and Sirius felt a weird sense of relief combined with dread. The sooner this was over, the quicker he would have Harry.
Voldemort too seemed eager to press on.
"How will you deliver Dumbledore to me?" He hissed.
Sirius wetted his lips, he'd been mulling this over constantly. He needed a situation which would only benefit Harry, however both Voldemort and Dumbledore must think they have the upper hand.
He took a deep breath, there was no turning back now.
"The Order knows that you are planning to recreate your body, using Harry's blood"
Voldemort's eyes narrowed, making the Dark Lord look more threatening. His wand was paused, as if barely resisting the urge to curse Sirius.
"I assume this is from your same informant who told you about the boy?" He asked lightly, voice deadly soft.
Sirius nodded tightly, he still didn't want Snape to be found out. If he had control over this potion then it would be Harry's last protection from Voldemort.
"What is your suggestion?" Voldemort asked.
"If you tell me when and where, then I can get this information to the Order" Sirius began, thankfully Voldemort didn't slam him down under several curses, instead he remained deadly quiet as he listened.
"Dumbledore will know you will be weak. He will see this as an opportunity to strike, particularly if Harry will be in his grasp." Sirius finished and waited heart hammering painfully.
Surprisingly Voldemort's mouth curled into a sinister smirk, his eyes alight. Sirius hadn't expected this, as the Dark Lord tilted his head intrigued.
"And how will you pass this information to the Order?" He hissed.
"I'm not a fool" Sirius stated, he would use Snape's circumstance to his advantage "Since I've arrived you haven't let any of your inner circle disappear. You're watching them carefully, which means our spy hasn't relayed back to the Order what my intentions are"
Voldemort's grin only widened.
"I will get information to Remus Lupin, using my house elf Kreacher" Sirius explained. "The Order will see this as genuine and will take their opportunity"
"Or they will be wary it is a trap" Voldemort countered, but Sirius didn't hesitate.
"It's too much of an opportunity to miss" Sirius countered. "I can make sure they believe it"
Voldemort seemed to think it was worth the risk, as he nodded his head down once in agreement.
"If this plan fails, and I do not receive Dumbledore, then I want the name of your spy"
Sirius gritted his teeth. "Only if I still get Harry"
"We shall see" Voldemort hissed and then he paused. "Very well Black. I will give you the details of my resurrection"
Sirius let out the breath he had been holding, regardless of the outcome now, Harry would either be safe with the Order, or protected by himself under the Dark Lords reign. He just hoped he hadn't missed anything out.
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Remus couldn't believe he was doing this, and nor could he believe he had roped in another member of the Order.
He stared at the fowl potion, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
"It'll only be for an hour" Tonks reassured him gently.
Remus wiped his face tiredly. He had already burnt the letter Sirius had sent him, Kreacher had delivered it only a few hour previous, attached with a single black hair.
"The things I do for him" Remus muttered as he deposited the hair into the clear potion.
"Are you sure you don't want me to do Snape?" Tonks said, eyeing the potion with disdain as it turned completely black.
Remus shook his head. "You don't know his mannerisms enough"
Tonks just laughed bitterly. "Cold and unattached, I'm pretty sure I can manage it"
However, she took her cue to promptly change into the spitting image of Remus. "How do I look?" She asked.
Remus blinked, aside from the clothes, he was staring at a spitting image of himself.
He watched her carefully, this was huge what they were about to do. Nothing would ever be the same again.
"Why are you doing this?" Remus asked heavily towards Tonks.
Tonks flicked back to her own image, her face completely sincere.
"Sirius is the closest thing I have to family. You know that naturally extends to Harry"
"That's not the reason" Remus stated blankly.
"Not the only" Tonks agreed, before she pulled his hand in hers. "But mostly because you asked"
Remus swallowed thickly. "Do you want to go over the plan again?" He asked.
Tonks shook her head. "No, we best get this over with."
"There is no going back you know?" Remus had to be sure, this was going to change everything, shape the future of the wizarding world indefinitely.
"The war is long over" Tonks said heavily. "We're not even fighting a battle anymore. Although it's hard to admit, Sirius is doing the right thing, we need to grab what we hold most dear and never let go."
"You mean it's time to be selfish?" He asked heavily.
She just smiled at him sadly, as he downed the polyjuice.
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Remus walked into small room, heart racing. He'd acquired some robes which billowed out behind him, rather effectively as well.
"Severus" Dumbledore began at once, his face wrinkled in concern as his eyes locked onto his new black ones. "How is Sirius?"
Under any other circumstance, Remus may have felt guilty for what he was about to do.
"Alive, but the mutt doesn't matter" Remus said coldly, easing into the role of Snape fluently.
Tonks, who was disguised as himself, slammed her fist down on the table, a little enthusiasticly Remus thought.
"Of course he matters, what happened?" She stressed urgently.
Remus ignored her, figuring that is what Snape would do.
Remus continued, Snape's voice sounding so foreign as it came from his own.
"The Dark Lord has planned his resurrection" Remus informed, trying to remain as different as possible.
Everyone sat up at this, anxious faces suddenly turning to ready.
"The Dark Lord will be weak" Remus continued. He needed Dumbledore to be the one to suggest to act, anything else would only seem suspicious.
Tonks however had settled into the role of himself quite enthusiasticly.
"When?" His own voice sounded hurriedly.
Remus chose again not to answer himself, as he locked eyes with Dumbledore.
Dumbledore wasn't looking at him, instead he was staring at the table, seemingly lost in thoughts as he weighed up the options.
"The more important question is where?"
Remus paused before answering, trying to remain in character.
"Little Hangleton, the graveyard"
Dumbledore certainly perked up at this, blue eyes twinkling.
"And Harry will be there?"
Remus nodded Snape's head sharply. "Yes"
Dumbledore nodded as the Order bristled. "I think we have our opportunity"
Remus had to force himself to remember Harry, this was all for him.
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Harry couldn't see a thing. The blindfold was placed tightly over his eyes, he was already feeling queasy and sick. Snape had taken too much of his blood only hours earlier, probably for another twisted experiment. Voldemort again had tried to kill him, so his body was still achy.
His new scar was cut on his left cheek, right next to one of the other few that marked his face. Voldemort was serious about something, Harry just didn't know what.
He was trying not to panic as he was guided forwards, his hands were also bound tightly, which was unusual. The Dark Lord never thought it necessary to restrain him, he was never considered a threat.
He could tell it was Bellatrix who was guiding him forwards, her long nails digging deep into his shoulder.
It was cold and dark, but Harry had no indication of his bearings, not even when he was forced to stop.
"There's a good boy" Bellatrix teased.
Harry jerked as his feet left the ground, thick bindings had already started wrapping around him, cutting in tightly to his stomach.
He tried to speak, but his voice didn't obey him as it remained silent. He was totally defenceless and didn't understand what was going on.
And then someone started chanting.
"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son." Harry jerked as something in front of him, sounded like it was ripping apart.
"Flesh of the servant, willingly given, you will revive your master." There was a sharp slash and a hiss as something fell into something liquid.
Harry strained his ears, terrified when he heard the bubbling of a potion. And then the cold voice spoke again.
"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe."
Harry had no time to prepare, he was already dizzy from his blood loss, but he jerked violently, screaming silently as something cold and metallic scrapped his flesh.
It burned, painfully.
Harry's eyes welled up, but he couldn't do anything to stop it hurting, his head twisting back and forth.
And then there was chaos.
Through Harry's blindfold he see flashes of light, hear people yelling desperately.
Panicking, and trying not to think of his bleeding arm, Harry yanked against his restraints.
"Shh" Bellatrix hissed close to his ear. "It's okay Harry"
Harry shivered, trying to pull away.
"You're safe with me" She pressed. "This will all be over soon, the Dark Lord was prepared you see"
Harry was feeling sick now, but Bellatrix seemed content in continuing, despite his desire to get away from her.
"This is all show" She hissed. "The Dark Lord already has his new body, that was what your new scar was from, and now the Order will drop like flies"
There was more shouting in the background, more chaos, as lights continued to flash.
"No one will get to you" She continued. "Although I do love a fight"
Harry didn't understand as he withdrew into his restraints.
And then their was silence, almost as abruptly as it had started.
Harry knew he was approaching, even before the soft footsteps greeted his ears. He shivered, terrified.
"Feeling lucky Harry?"
Voldemort's voice was deadly soft and cruel, as a wand tip pushed against Harry's forehead.
This would end now, Voldemort would finish this. Harry closed his eyes, despite the blindfold. Every time Voldemort always made him look, straight into his evil eyes. Something felt different now, and Harry felt total fear consume him as he remained secured to the cold stone.
He was going to die.
"Avada Kedavra" Voldemort hissed.
There was a flash of green light as Harry fell into darkness.
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Sirius lost it, as Harry's slack body fell against the headstone, the curse hadn't rebounded. He screamed, tearing out of the death eater ranks.
He didn't care about the bodies strewn across the grass, nor that Dumbledore was disarmed and that everything else had gone exactly as planned. All that mattered was Harry.
Sirius never made it, Bellatrix cut her wand down in his distress. Laughing cruelly as Sirius tripped, his feet bound together as she caught his wand.
"You swore" Sirius snarled towards Voldemort, who was already deformed from his real resurrection hours earlier. Tears stained Sirius' face.
"You chose your words poorly Black" Voldemort said mercilessly. "The deal included my death eaters. You just assumed I would never be able to touch the boy" He tutted, his voice high pitched as he laughed. "Considering you were aware of my plans, I must say it was foolish."
Sirius couldn't look away from Harry's body, hanging limply from the gravestone.
It just wasn't fair, and he couldn't help it, red hot anger consumed him. He was so blind to anything but causing pain to the one person who could have stopped it.
Severus Snape was standing beside the bubbling potion, a blank mask of emotion on his face. This just made Sirius more furious, he had never trusted the man, and now the one time he had, Snape had betrayed him, betrayed Harry when it mattered the most.
"Snape" He hissed without another thought.
Voldemort snapped to attention, as the group of death eaters fell still.
"Sirius" Dumbledore whispered, but the damage had already been done.
Snape had no where to turn, his wand to slow as Voldemort's own disarmed him, cursing him in an instant.
Snape's screams were satisfying, ringing through Sirius' ears as the man slowly died.
Voldemort was too furious as he didn't stop, cursing the man until Snape fell still, either unconscious or dead. Sirius didn't really care.
Snape was meant to protect Harry but instead he had done anything but.
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It was different this time. Harry blinked, surprised that his body didn't feel achy like usual. Sitting up, he stared confused.
His skin was clean, no lightening bolt scars cut across it. The rigid lines that tore through his flesh were gone and instead he looked at soft skin, no longer ragged.
Even his face and forehead didn't have marks as his fingers traced over them.
Standing up was easy enough, as Harry tried to establish his surroundings. A small grin crossed his face, had Voldemort finally succeeded, was Harry finally free from his nightmare.
A whistle sounded behind him, and Harry spun around to stare at a large billowing scarlet train, it was huge and had the words Hogwarts Express written on the front. Harry couldn't help but grin as he rushed over, his excitement overwhelming. If this was what was expected after death then he would settle for this.
"Harry"
Harry spun around startled, one of his feet on the first carriage step, he hadn't realised any one else was there.
His throat ran dry as the whistle sounded again.
"Peter" He whispered, hand sliding slightly down the door.
It had only been yesterday when Peter had been alive, not torn apart brutally. Now Harry was facing him again, he didn't know quite how to react. Peter had only shown him minimal affection, if that. It was stupid he was so attached.
Peter looked much younger, his sandy hair wasn't lined with grey, and the wrinkles around his face were gone.
Harry didn't move, as he looked back at the train, he was so ready to leave, so it was almost with a heavy sigh that he turned back.
Peter waited for Harry to approach.
"I'm truly sorry Harry" Peter whispered, kneeling down to place both hands on his shoulders.
Harry's throat was tight, unsure of what to say, however Peter just smiled gently.
"Did you want to die?" He asked.
Harry swallowed thickly. Of course he didn't, but now he was here it wasn't actually so bad. The Hogwarts Express was here after all, he would finally get to go to school.
"The Dark Lord succeeded then?" Harry confirmed quietly at last. "I'm really dead"
Peter gave him a lopsided smile.
"In some respects, but there was something the Dark Lord didn't take into account."
Harry blinked, not understanding.
"Your blood Harry, the Dark Lord recreated his body with it. He desired the power to kill you, but he never realised how strong your protection is"
"My protection?" Harry couldn't help but whisper.
Peter just smiled sadly at him. "Your protection now lives within the Dark Lord. While he survives you can never die"
Harry didn't know what to think about this. "I'm dead now?"
Peter shook his head. "No, you are not. You can go back"
Harry felt his stomach churn, despite his calming surroundings. Unable to die, Voldemort would have him indefinitely.
Peter however seemed to sense his discomfort as he gave his shoulder a tight squeeze.
"You should go back" Peter held his shoulder firmly, stopping Harry from turning and jumping onto the train.
"There is something for you now"
Harry shook his head, what was left but further imprisonment.
"Sirius will look after you, Harry" Peter whispered. "In a way I never did. He will keep you safe and will sacrifice everything to make sure you are happy"
"Bellatrix said-"
"Bellatrix Lestrange is a liar" Peter cut across. "You know this." He then seemed to take a heavy breath, seemingly struggling with what to say next, his eyes were laden with sadness.
"And Sirius deserved to kill me in cold blood."
Peter took a heavy breath.
"I betrayed your parents. I'm the reason you were imprisoned by the Dark Lord"
Although Sirius had said so, it felt more real, as Harry's stomach flipped.
"Why?" He felt pathetic asking.
"I was weak Harry, and I continued to fail you growing up, every step of the way. I should have done more for you, but I was afraid, I kept my distance from you when you needed me the most."
Harry felt sick, he wanted to be mad at Peter, but he didn't know how.
"Go back Harry" Peter encouraged.
Harry just looked at the train, sadness engulfing him.
"Sirius loves you" Peter continued. "Just let yourself love him back"
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Harry felt his body shift painfully back into the world of the living. His blindfold was no longer there but he was still restrained tightly to the stone.
It was dark, but a light was shinning from a small fire, heating a cauldron that was surrounded by death eaters.
Harry's eyes adjusted slowly, as his panic rose. They were in a graveyard, and Harry had a horrible twist of terror and excitement combined in one.
He was outside for the first time. His stomach turned as his breathing quickened. A gust of wind blew past, soothing his burning face and he couldn't help but grin deliriously. It felt amazing.
Harry's eyes adjusted onto what was apparently the centre of attention.
An old wizard was lying in a heap, cut and bruised as the surrounding circle of death eaters didn't take their wands off his direction.
"Tom" The old wizard was saying, his voice was horse, and his breathing quick. "Please, spare the others"
Harry tore his eyes away, a short distance a couple of other witches and wizards were bound, nearby a few bodies lay scattered, death eater and unfamiliar alike.
A bloodbath had happened here, as Harry stared in horror. Although he had just left the comfort of Peter's embrace, his mind still flicked back to the his mangled body.
Harry didn't know who Tom was, but it was Voldemort who responded, laughing cruelly, his voice high pitched and cold.
"How foolish Dumbledore" Voldemort mocked.
Harry stared, eyes widening in disbelief, he had read about Dumbledore, in the many books that spanned the library. Dumbledore had been the man who had defeated the Dark Wizard Grindelwald, Harry had no idea that the man was still alive, let alone fighting Voldemort.
All hope was dashed though in an instant, Dumbledore didn't look like he was getting out of this situation alive.
Harry could not tare his eyes away from the old wizard. Despite hiding behind half moon glasses had the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen.
Harry jerked against his restraints surprised as his eyes shifted to Voldemort, he was standing over the man, wand drawn and a cold glint in his eye, but he looked so frighteningly different.
The fire light was catching the Dark Lord's face, casting him in horrific shadows. A lipless mouth was curled into a smirk as red eyes glinted.
"No one is getting out of here alive" Voldemort hissed, as if to prove a point, he shot his wand at to one of the bound figures. The familiar flash of green was all Harry needed to know they were now dead.
"I have to disagree there" Dumbledore said, and he smiled in Harry's direction. "After all, Harry is still alive"
Voldemort snapped his attention to Harry in an instant, his red eyes narrowing in fury as he held his wand firm.
"What?" He hissed madly, advancing on Harry in one jerky movement, instantly disregarding Dumbledore. "How is this possible?" He demanded as his wand swiped viscously.
Harry's restraints vanished in an instant as he fell forward, hard into the wet grass.
He couldn't help it, his fingers curled tightly into it, feeling it's soft texture, mud staining his hands.
However his amazement soon vanished as Voldemort gripped him tightly, hauling him to his feet as Harry felt his back slam into the stone behind him, as it burned in pain.
Voldemort's hand was tight around his throat, his eyes pure red and evil. The Dark Lord looked more grotesque up close as his slits for a nose opened and closed with his sharp breathing. Had Harry's blood somehow turned him into more of a monster.
However, this wasn't what was currently causing Harry the most concern, as his breathing increased rapidly in complete terror. Voldemort was touching him, and it wasn't hurting the Dark Lord at all.
"How is this possible?" Voldemort hissed, pulling Harry round as his long fingers moved to enclose tightly on his shoulders.
Harry could barely breathe, he had always been afraid of this. Voldemort was deadly enough, but now he could be the one to inflict the damage.
"I can touch the boy, so how can he live?" Voldemort snarled, pulling Harry round roughly so that he nearly lost balance.
Dumbledore's eyes were alight as they twinkled in Harry's direction.
"How long have you been seeking answers Tom?" Dumbledore asked "How much longer must this go on?"
"As long as it needs" Voldemort snapped.
"And yet Harry still stands with us, he is still alive. Are you ever willing to end this?"
Voldemort's hand tightened painfully on his shoulder, nails digging in as Harry felt his heart race. There was no way the Dark Lord would let him go.
Dumbledore however seemed to take pity, whether it be for Harry or for Voldemort's sake as he soft softly.
"Harry lives because of his mother." He explained. "Lily Potter died to save her only son and in turn created a protection so great not even you could harm him"
Voldemort's grip tightened on his shoulder as a hiss escaped him.
"My mother did this to me?" Harry's voice was the smallest tremble, his thoughts racing.
"Your mother loved you Harry, she protected you" Dumbledore encouraged, turning his attention to him.
"How could she love me?" Tears were spilling from Harry's eyes now, he couldn't help it, why did he have to feel so vulnerable. "This isn't protection, this is a curse"
Harry finally understood why he had gone through all this pain.
Voldemort ignored him.
"That is not an answer" Voldemort hissed, raising his own wand to Dumbledore. "Your pathetic love would never achieve such power"
"And yet the truth is before you" Dumbledore answered calmly.
"Harry is protected by his mother blood. The same blood which now runs within your veins. While you live Harry cannot die"
Voldemort only drew Harry closer to him, Harry didn't dare breath as he clenched his eyes closed. Dumbledore continued.
"You have just given your greatest enemy all the tools he needs to destroy you. Harry is invulnerable from death and in turn he has all the time he needs to fulfil the prophecy"
Harry felt sick, he didn't want to be tied to Voldemort, in relation to anything.
This however seemed to push Voldemort over the edge as his wand sliced down in one cruel movement.
The green flashed and Dumbledore sank to the floor, eyes twinkling no longer.
Voldemort seemed content as his grip slackened on Harry's shoulder. Not hesitating, Harry pulled himself away, relieved when he saw Sirius only a short distance away. He was kneeling, his feet tied together, but Harry didn't care, he tore towards the man desperately, holding dear everything Peter had told him.
Sirius embraced him, large arms wrapping around him protectively.
"I've got you" Sirius whispered, and Harry couldn't help but feel the tears seeping down his face.
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Sirius was holding Harry, he couldn't believe it. His godson was tucked into his arms, Harry's small body shaking with deep sobs.
"It is easy to carve a new path" Voldemort stated coldly, his eyes were distinctly cold as he raised his wand.
Sirius tried to twist Harry away but he was too slow, the stunner hit dead on as Harry went still, his eyes rolling back in his head.
Sirius opened his mouth furiously but Voldemort was already speaking.
"The conditions are simple Black, you can either raise the boy yourself, as a death eater in my servitude, or Potter shall be locked away for eternity"
"You said Harry was mine" Sirius snarled, still clutching Harry tightly. "I gave you Dumbledore"
"And I am giving you the boy" Voldemort stated coldly, his wand paused. "Whether you shall both be imprisoned is up to your actions"
Sirius growled. "You mean as long as Harry behaves-?"
"Then I see no reason to continue this" Voldemort stated coldly. "The boy is nothing special, I have my answers now. His mother is the only reason for his survival. Potter has no power"
Sirius swallowed heavily. He knew what Voldemort meant, the Dark Lord no longer considered the prophecy a threat. He pushed aside the horror that Harry was tied to Voldemort in life, he would deal with that later.
"And if Harry refuses to serve you?" Sirius dared ask.
Voldemort's eyes flashed deadly cold, but his grin was completely disturbing "Then I will erase the boys mind, and will ensure he is my most loyal servant." Voldemort hissed softly. "And I will make you watch as Potter kneels down and kisses the end of my robes"
"That's the result either way" Sirius stated bitterly.
Voldemort only grinned.
One chapter to go...