Characters: Harry Potter, Lord Voldemort
Idea: Harry Potter is broken, beaten and just plain tired. He's found by Voldie who raises his wand to kill the kid, but the boy just looks up at him with empty eyes. Voldie twitches and lowers his wand. Mentor story with LV / HP … no slash with those two cuz who in their right mind wants to kiss someone that looks like a snake? Ew.
The battle between Professor Albus Dumbledore - headmaster of Hogwarts - and Lord Voldemort - self proclaimed Dark Lord, once known as Tom Marvolo Riddle - came to an abrupt halt in the atrium of the Ministry for Magic. The battle had been a rather spectacular display of magical talent, but was only witnessed by Harry Potter - dubbed The-Boy-Who-Lived by the press - and Bellatrix Lestrange née Black - a mentally unstable Death Eater and murderer.
Harry was of two minds. On one hand, Voldemort killed his parents, he was a murderer, snake face, evil git that made his scar burn. On the other hand, Tom was a skilled wizard that could actually stand up to Dumbledore and possibly beat him. Not that he wanted to see the headmaster beaten, the prospect of someone having that ability was simply fascinating to Harry.
While the teen was impressed with the finesse and skill of the elder wizards, his mind was still spinning from his own encounter earlier that evening. Spell fire was shooting everywhere, from allies as well as foes and the Gryffindor was scared out of his wits. Harry was no true soldier. He was just a boy. He tried. He really did. He just didn't seem to have it in him to kill, not even to torture though he said the incantation. Bellatrix was still breathing and there wasn't even a scratch on her nor was she twitching. He lacked the intent.
That's not to say the boy was mentally unstable. Harry had been abused by his extended family as he grew up: physically by his cousin, emotionally by his uncle and neglected by his aunt. His first chance at escape from his living hell was presented to him by an escaped convict who just so happened to be his godfather, Sirius Black.
Now the average teen with a modicum of self-preservation and common sense would have looked at the convicted murderer - that he had just met not an hour earlier - and declined the offer to live with him - once he was cleared of all charges, of course - but our hero was desperate enough to be willing to take the chance on the man.
That offer had been given to him two years ago. Sirius Black was never cleared of any charges and now he was dead. The rescue, the escape, the chance of a normal life had been taken from him by that insane Death Eater crouching across the atrium from the wizarding world's savior. Lucky for the boy, Bellatrix was too enthralled with her master's duel to take full advantage of Harry's inattentiveness in order to kill him. Then again, was that lucky or unlucky? Harry felt a hitch in his chest and his saw Sirius fall into the veil once more. He should have listened to Hermione.
A crash of breaking glass caught his attention. Harry looked up to see a sea of glass shards falling from above. It was beautiful. Glittering glass shards, dancing in what little light offered to the immense room. Harry stood without thought. He stepped forward and reached out. Just one. He needed just one to strike him and it could be over.
Voldemort and Bellatrix had ignored him until he moved. Once he was fully exposed, he was simply begging for a reaction. Harry screamed and he fell to his knees grabbing his forehead. Dumbledore called out for the boy, but he wasn't prepared for what came next.
Harry gasped out a breath, raised his face towards the headmaster and slowly stood. The boy's eyes were glittering red, pain was still etched into his features, but he was no longer screaming. Dumbledore reached out to him, "Harry."
But the boy wasn't listening. He merely spoke, "Kill me." He didn't yell, scream or cry. He simply asked the headmaster to, "Kill me. End it. If death is nothing. End it. Kill me. Kill us."
Bellatrix rose at that moment and held her wand out, pointing it at the headmaster. "Not my master!"
Spells began to fly again. Harry sighed and slumped. The glass shards he had hoped would end him had been turned into daisies. Daisies! The headmaster was brilliant, but he was off his rocker. Harry's head was spinning as he teetered on his feet. Voldemort was no longer in his head. Soon the world spun in a green flash of flames.
Voldemort's voice was in his ear seconds before they crashed out of the floo network, "Tonight, you join your parents in death."
