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'This is where I leave you, and fight our flesh and blood.' She said as she took the chance and closed the door, and began fighting with her brother, Keefer.

Harry knocked on the door a billion times, trying to find the knob or something to open it. Until a unusually quiet Serian pulled at his shirt, forcing him to leave his sister behind and continue with the journey.

They past a treasure room, with swords and weapons of all sorts, clearly Voldemort was saying take whatever is needed as none will be of use or may just give you the minimum of help. Harry took hold of a sword. Like the Sword of Gryffindor and kept it by his side. But Laurence didn't take anything. Serian continued to stay quiet. Knowing that her turn to leave them behind was soon.

There, as they turned a wet corner, nothing was heard of, but the dripping of water in the dungeon-like jails with rats running wild and skeletons and corpses flowed around the place.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Growl.

The growl became louder as they finished turning around and there he was. A strong Racksal almost one and a half size larger than Serian appeared.

'Blue.' Was the only thing Serian said as she tapped her paw, Harry and Laurence both fell down like to the bottomless pit as Serian launched herself towards Blue.

Harry and Laurence continued their quest, 'I might be going next, to face Aukino.' He told Harry. But both weren't really all that sure, or really wanted to know for that matter.

They reached once again to the end of their path, and was staring at a grand, fancy large two doors that needed to be pushed open. As both Harry and Laurence used all their might to push it, they both walked in at the same time. The doors stayed open as they saw the sight before them. Aukino and Ateva were both kneeling on either side of a throne. Occupied with the most deadliest human or a better word right now would be, thing there ever was.

Voldemort.

He sat on a throne decorated with skulls and bones, an occasional organ dangling about with skin and clothes. It had two skulls on either side of Voldemort's shoulders and the body continued as it traveled down to the pelvis, taking a 90 degree turn as it continued it's feet. The middle was made of rib cages and arms and legs. All brownish and seeming to mold. Voldemort himself was horrifying. He didn't seem complete as Harry could see right past him, but he was there. At least, most of him. His body seemed to carry all his scars with him. He had a full face, although nobody would honestly call it full as it was sunken into the skull. He wasn't completely bald, as the gardener scattered the seeds randomly on the soil. So was his hair, they were just randomly growing on his skull, the rest of the skull remained bald. One of the eyeballs seemed to be made of maggots as they crawled freely in and out of his skin as if it wasn't there. The part where his left eye should've been was a resemblance. Not entirely complete, even lighter than the rest of the body, but visible. His nose was gone, there was just a hole there. But, like the left eye, there was a shadow reflection of the nose. His lips were cracked and dry, carrying a deadly purple with them. His neck was thin, as it only the spine, the bones and skin. It sunk in so badly, that you could count the bones on his spine. His shoulders were complete, and so were his hands, except his right elbow, which was burnt badly and impossibly. Most of the muscle was gone, just left some ashes about. Like the eye and nose, there was a shadow reflection. His chest was impossible to be properly alive. There was a hold right where his heart should be. The reflection showing not the skin, but the heart itself as it pumped blood around the incomplete body. There were rages which was supposed to represent Voldemort's clothes which really didn't do an extensive job at covering his body. There was a gap on his right stomach, a 'C' shape of the stomach just gone, as if eaten by a shark. With it's teeth marks still clearly visible around. His legs were fine, but for some moss growing on them.

Then he saw Ateva and Aukino by Voldemort's side, kneeling down on one side at 45 degrees angle, Ateva on the right side from where Harry was standing and Aukino on the left. They had eyes as clear as the moon and as grey as a brewing storm. There was no reflection coming from those lifeless yet threatening eyes.

'Ah, Harry, I see you come well armed.' Voldemort commented as he noted the sword in Harry's hand, 'Up.'

The last instruction wasn't for Harry, but he tensed either way as Ateva stood up, she walked forward to Harry. She reached him, then draped both arms around his neck, she seemed to stare at his lips, but it also looked as if she was staring at his eyes as well, without being told, he would have no idea where she was looking at. She came closer to him, and closed her eyes. Pushing her lips toward Harry as she kissed him almost urgently and definitely deeply. Harry was stunned past words. But then she let go. A smile spread across her face. An evil look at that. It was more like a smirk. Involuntarily, Harry swallowed. Almost immediately he regretted it. He held onto his mouth, he had swallowed some strange liquid. He looked up at Ateva, she took out a glass of whatever the liquid was, and walked over to her sister. She was holding onto one as well, they twisted their arms around each other with the glass above their heads and about to tip the liquid, no doubt it's poison into their mouths.

'Now, I want you, to fight Laurence.' That was what Voldemort wanted them to do, 'I want you guys to fight to your deaths. If Harry wins, Aukino will drink the poison, if Laurence wins, Ateva drinks, it's as simple as that. Then the winner will verse me, as one of their lives are sacrificed, I shall become human again, whether it be Aukino's life, of Ateva's.'

'And what if I refuse?' Laurence asked straight away.

Aukino's cup tipped further up, the glass was only half filled in the first place, so the poison was already three quarters way to the opening, 'I suggest you not play with me DoAn. I don't take your shit.'

WITH KEEFER AND KEIRA

Keefer already injured his sister with his one dagger on the side of her cheek, it was quite a deep cut and the bleeding wasn't stopping any time soon. They had so far used their bare fists to fight. Keira had landed a kick to Keefer's side and there were some bite marks where she had tried to bite off the ear-ring.

'Why do we have to fight?' Keira asked, a single tear falling down her cheek and mixing with the blood on it.

'For thou hath betrayed master.' Keefer replied in a lifeless tone.

'Mother shan't be impressed by thee.' Keira said, as she threw out a punch, but Keefer dodged it with ease and precision. He also gave a kick to her side, she tried to dodge it, but in the last minute, Keefer lifted the foot up a little, and got the side of her chest, knocking the air out of her for a moment as she staggered.

That was all Keefer needed as he held his sister's face up to his face with one hand, squeezing her cheeks hard, the blood now pumping down Keira's cheek as he whispered in a deadly manner, 'Our mother abandoned us to die for our useless and spoilt brother Harry, he deserves every bit to die.' He spat the last word out as he flung his sister onto the floor, she slid a little from the force, her face still red from his hard grip.

'Mother died in place for him SO he can live! You really want her life to be wasted?!' Keira shouted once she regained her strength. But she was still weak, Keefer knocked her down again and sat on her stomach, so she couldn't breathe deeply and started to hold her around the neck, slowly closing in.

'Why didn't mother care about us?! It was always "Harry this, Harry that" I'm sick of it! He was going to turn into a spoilt little boy! And what did we get after he was born?! Nothing! We didn't get any attention at all!' Now Keefer was holding onto his sister's neck hard now, squeezing the life out of her every second she continued to struggle, she was now gagging madly. He stared down at his sister, angry that even she didn't understand him. He was sick and tired of it all! Unwillingly, hot, jealous tears fell off his eyes as they dropped onto Keira's cheeks.

Till this time, Keira had had her hands on Keefer's to try and pull it off. Now she lifted her hand up to Keefer's cheeks, 'S…so…w-w-wha…b-bou…me?'

So what about me? That sentence stunned Keefer for a moment, which was all Keira needed to place a clear punch in Keefer's stomach, Keefer staggered away, off of her. And she was finally able to breathe properly again. She coughed a few times.

Keefer still had a shocked face, but he was angry too, 'I thought we'd always understand each other! We're identical twins! Yet you decide to betray the one that looked after us! How could you Keira!' Keefer shouted.

Keira rolled her eyes in disgust. 'You call this "looked after"?' Keira asked, she undid the buttons of her shirt and took it off. And her pants as well. There, on her skin were marks and scars of all sorts, 'You call this a "looked after" body? We've been harassed, abused in every sort of unimaginable way by this man.' Keefer was shaking now, he didn't dare look back at the memories of what Voldemort had given them for the past 15 years, 'I'll remember forever of how I got these marks. He had used us as toys Keefer. Don't you remember? He had cut me on my arms, chest and thighs. He had forced us both to sleep with him numerous times when he had a body to use…' Keira came closer to her brother, holding her arms out to hug him, 'Don't you remember? He once forced you to lay with your own sister! Don't you remember how dirty we both felt? What he had put us through? The nights we went hungry from lack of nutrition? How we wished to just die? Remember how you tried to bring me out of my misery?'

Keefer held onto his head, the confusion smashing around his mind. He remembered.

Keira was crying in Keefer's arms after another event of sexual abuse. She had felt so dirty, so used, 'Maybe we could end this?' Keefer suggested.

Keira froze for a moment, she looked up at him and cried, 'PLEASE! Keefer! End this!' She had only been 14 then.

Being the boy, Keefer will end Keira first, then himself, he held the dagger by her chest, he was just about to stab it in when they were found out. They received 10 beatings on the back each, and not given time to heal themselves before…the next thing was just too unimaginable to even remember, all the while Voldemort was watching them with a whip in his hands.

Afterwards, they were stained with their own blood mixed together, all over their body, still naked they were sent to the river to clean themselves up. The freezing cold water burned their wounds. Keira never turned to face Keefer properly during the whole time. She scrubbed at herself with bark, over and over and over again. Until her skin also began to bleed. She was sobbing uncontrollably, she had received 3 whippings for crying during-

But now that Voldemort wasn't there, she cried. Before whenever Voldemort abused her, she would always be able to cling to her older brother for comfort, but now, even that comfort was ripped away, from the most sinful method possible.

Keefer didn't feel any better either, he felt as though he had betrayed his sister. But the problem with Voldemort was his magic, he wouldn't kill him or Keira, he would torture them, never letting them die, but his torture would've been worse. Keefer couldn't do anything at all, there was nothing that he could've done otherwise. But he had betrayed his sister, no matter what, a betrayal couldn't be stronger. This was how Voldemort had thought of using betrayal to be his ultimate weapon.

Keefer had went up from the river to put on some clothes. When he came back, Keira was still scrubbing at herself. The flow of blood was floating down the river clearly now, the fresh, blood of red.

'Keira, come out.' Keefer almost begged.

Keira ignored him as she continued to scrub madly, her face still away from him. She couldn't stop scrubbing, she felt so dirty, she felt so betrayed. She felt so cold. Then suddenly, before she knew it, Keefer was hugging her from behind. She flinched, the night's events passing her mind like a permanent thunderstorm, 'No!' She screamed, but Keefer turned her around and kept holding her. She bit into his shoulder, drawing blood, but he didn't care.

'I'm sorry…I'm really sorry!' Keefer told her, although it was useless, what done was done, even he was crying, 'Voldemort would've never let us die if we didn't! He would've had over a billion ways to torture us even more! I had no choice…' He held her even tighter now, even he was shaking from the fear of what they just did.

Keefer remembered all of it to the very last detail, none which Voldemort allowed them to forget. Yet why was he so loyal to Voldemort?

'Don't you agree that living in a neglected family would've been better than what we had to go through?' Keira asked.

It was the fact that Voldemort needed Betrayal. At that time, Keefer and Keira was still by Harry's side, and so Voldemort made them a deal, 'Agree that everything's Harry Potter's fault from now, until the day you die, and I shall eliminate all your sexual abuse from now on.'

At first they wanted to refuse, but they thought about what would've happened then, everything would've been worse. So they agreed, and Voldemort had been living on their betrayal to their family ever since.

Keefer was shaking madly now, tears freefalling down his face as he knelt down on the floor, reliving the past. Keira pulled her clothes back on, the scars doomed to never fade. She held her brother in her arms, and bit off his ear-ring. The real Keefer still cried himself into darkness. Keira was beside him the entire time.

BACK TO VOLDEMORT AND…EVERYONE

Suddenly, Voldemort seemed a lot more lighter than before, 'Looks as if I had lost the first round. But they don't matter, I'll have them be done away with sooner or later…now…fight.' Voldemort's eyes glows poison purple as a sword appeared before Laurence. Laurence held onto the sword, but refused to hold it up against Harry. Until Aukino lifted the glass up a fraction more, now it was dangerously close.

'I'm sorry Harry, I have no choice…' Laurence said as he took on the fighting stance.

'Don't Laurence.' Harry had seen what he was capable of, and Harry knew that he was no match.

'I need to save her.' Laurence stated before he launched at Harry. Harry dodged, barely able to get out of the way fast enough, a few strands of his hair was sliced in the process.

Voldemort welcomed the sudden rush of power as Laurence betrayed his friend, this betrayal was almost as strong as Keefer and Keira's betrayal of their own flesh and blood. But this one leaked of apologies, where Keefer and Keira didn't feel anything wrong for hating Harry as Harry was the centre of attention the short time when their parents were still alive.

Laurence slashed at Harry's side, and Harry used his own sword to shield himself. Harry felt a little dizzy, but whipped the sensation away as he tried to concentrate on his reluctant fight with Laurence. Laurence held the sword in his left hand and held out his right hand in front of it, he balanced his sword parallel to his arm as he made a throwing motion to launch the sword at Harry's heart.

Harry's sword wasn't a shield and so wouldn't have blocked him a great deal as it wasn't thick either. So he had to wait until the sword was within striking distance and swung his own sword at the speeding sword aimed at his chest and smashed it away. Harry wasn't fast enough, given his lack of training unlike the others. The tip of the sword grazed his skin and as Laurence's sword changed directions with such force, the collision of the two blades forced the weapons to chip each other, some pieces burying themselves in Harry's arms and face.

'You two fight like sissys, so shall we add some into the mix?' Voldemort insulted, he clicked a finger and both Aukino and Ateva downed the poison at identical speed. They held out a hand, Aukino her right, and Ateva her left and a long steel stick with a deadly tip of an arrow appeared, 'Fight your loved ones.'

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