A/N: My favorite scene, and favorite song, in the whole movie: Possession. You'll notice that I didn't change any of the memories and visions that Harry sees. I was tempted, believe me, but the point of this fic is not to change the story. Rather, I'm attempting to reinterpret what's going on in Harry's mind as these events happen to him. In any case, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
It was like my worst nightmare come true.
Not only was I in extreme physical pain, but my mind seemed to be slowly coming unhinged. There were moments when I would black out, and the pain was all I could think of, concentrate on, and I could vaguely hear Voldemort's voice. And in between those moments, I was forced to relive each terrifying even, each unhappy memory, that had taken place in my fifteen years of living. The death of my mother. Cedric's death. Dementors coming after me in Little Whinging. Sirius' death. The attack on Arthur Weasley.
"So weak," Voldemort said in a cruel, cold voice. "So vulnerable."
Then, my mind's eyes saw me looking into a mirror. I twitched uncomfortably, and turned my head to the side. To my horror, when I was once again facing forward, my head had been replaced with Voldemort's.
"Look at me," he murmured.
Then, I was in my own body, seeing what was actually in front of me, though I felt as if I were on the brink of insanity.
"Harry," I heard Dumbledore whisper from somewhere nearby. "It isn't how you are alike. It's how you are not."
I twisted and writhed as the torturous pain took over my body once again. My vision clouded, blocking my actual sight, and causing frightening images to flash before my eyes, making my blood pump and my mind race. They lasted only a moment, and I was myself again, though I knew that it wouldn't last.
The sound of scuffling feet caught my attention, and I saw my friends—all unharmed and clearly ready to fight. Hermione and Ron stood at the front of the group, and when their eyes landed on me, the fear and concern on their faces caused a different kind of twisting and writhing within me. I didn't want them to see me like this, weak and helpless, vulnerable, just like Voldemort said.
Looking first at Ron, I tried to convey with my eyes my desire for them to leave. Of course, him, being Ron, didn't seem to get it, so I turned to Hermione.
Again, I saw fear, but beyond that, something akin to pride shone in her eyes, pride and confidence in me. And suddenly, I didn't want them to leave. I didn't want her to leave. I wanted to stay lost in those eyes forever.
The pain seized control again, and different images flashed in my mind. Embracing Hermione in the Great Hall, when she'd been revived after being Petrified. Laughing with Ron and his family. Seeing my Parents in the Mirror of Erised, the proud looks on their faces. Hugging Sirius in Grimmauld Place. Every moment of happiness I'd shared with Ron and Hermione—especially Hermione. My mind lingered on the most recent, laughing in the common room as we talked about my first kiss.
My first kiss which should have been Hermione.
And just like that, I knew how to get past all this.
"You're the weak one," I said. "And you'll never know love, or friendship. And I feel sorry for you."
That wasn't entirely true. I didn't give a damn about him. But still.
The most intense pain of all enveloped me then, and every image I'd seen, and then some, flickered and flashed. Then, it was over; I lay on my back, my body stiff and my mind sore from Voldemort's attack on it. I panted each breath, waiting fearfully to see if more would come. But it didn't.
Instead, I saw Voldemort standing directly above me. "You're a fool, Harry Potter," he whispered with a vicious grin. "And you will lose everything."
A strange noise captured his attention, and he looked past me. I recognized it as the sound of the Aurors flooing here, ready to take on whatever evil must be here. I could picture their shocked faces upon seeing what that evil really was. But I was slowly losing my grip on the world, fading into unconsciousness. The last thing that I registered before surrendering was the Minister's terrified voice: "He's back!" Then the darkness took me.
A/N: There really isn't much Harmony in this movie, is there? Sigh . . . well, there's some good stuff, anyway. I think this is the end of Movie 5. HPB will come soon! Don't forget to review! :)