"Harry… Harry I'm coming for you Harry"
A small dark-haired boy sat up gasping for air. That voice sent shivers down his spine; he knew it but couldn't place it. Harry groaned his was hot, too hot to be comfortable, it was the middle of December yet Harry was too hot. Chucking the covers of he frowned as he remember the voice from his dream. It had sound familiar, yet he still couldn't place the voice.
Still lost in his thoughts as he tried to place the voice he didn't hear the floorboards creek as someone walk slowly towards his bed in Gryffindor tower. A shadow fell across the curtain, as a darken silhouette came closer and closer. Pain suddenly flooded his scar making the boy cry out in agony; his scar was killing him he was in that much pain. The figure drew back the curtains.
"Hello Harry" Voldemort said his red eyes gleaming as he observed his boy cry out in pain and shock. "What are you doing here, and how did you get into Hogwarts?" Harry asked through clenched teeth, he wouldn't show Voldemort now much pain he was in. "Very good questions my little lion and you will find out in good time" Voldemort purred and ran his fingers through Harry's hair. Harry cried out as the pain in his scar increased. "As to why I am here I was bored and you can help cheer me up" Voldemort said smiling sinisterly a he began to unbutton harry pyjama top. "What are you doing?" Harry stammered as he felt Voldemort hands roam his chest. "Cheering myself up," Voldemort replied as he pulled out a sharp knife from behind him and plunged it into Harry stomach. Harry screamed in pain as blood oozed out of his stomach. "You look wonderful when you scream Harry, it is so beautiful, so sweet and totally one hundred percent addictive" Voldemort purred.
Harry tried to kick out and roll of the bed in an attempt to escape. He whimpered as he wondered why his roommates weren't helping him, couldn't they hear him screaming, he was screaming after all loud enough to wake the dead. "Now I will have none of that" Voldemort said frowning, as he pushed Harry back down onto the bed and straddled him with his legs ensuring Harry could not escape.
Voldemort smirked and leaned in close towards Harry ear and whispered into it as if he was foretelling some great secret "They can't hear you, you're totally at my mercy". As he saw Harry emerald eyes flick around the room at his room mates, as he mentally tried to plead with them to help him, but they obliviously just slept peacefully on. Unaware of the torture and pain their fellow room mate was going through at the hands of Lord Voldemort.
"Now I tire of this dwelling" Voldemort said as he pulled a squirming Harry into his arms.
Harry is kind of like a puppy, disobedient, unable to recognise his master yet, dependant on those weak light fools to protect him, just like a puppy dependant on its mother and totally harmless. But as a puppy changes into a dog it becomes loyal to master and only its master. As well as vicious and totally obedient Voldemort thought to himself as he position a weak kicking and screaming harry comfortably into his arms as he turned and disapperated.
Harry groaned as he felt like he was being squeezed into a pipe, it was down right
Uncomfortable, Voldemort smirked as he saw the boy look up at him disorientated. "First time apperating Harry" he smirked and ran his fingers through the boys black hair. His horcrux looked up at him in confusion "I thought you couldn't evaporate in or out of Hogwarts" his Harry asked. Voldemort smiled as place his Harry down onto the kingside bed. "Harry nothing is impossible for your Master remember that", Voldemort purred.
Harry felt outraged that this monster had even attempt to call himself Harry master. . "You are not my master", Harry spat out in self righteous angry and outrage. Harry gasp out in pain as Voldemort had just backhanded across the face very hard for that comment. Harry could feel the right side of his cheek beginning to swell up and was throbbing painfully. "Harry you belong to me and only me", Voldemort hissed possessively as he deliberately pushed against Harry bruised up cheek making his horcrux gasp in pain and watched as those beautiful emerald eyes begin to fill up with tears.
"Why did you bring me here?" Harry asked as he looked around the room. He couldn't see much as it was all dark the only thing he could see was his red eyes glowing in the dark and nothing else. "I want to spend the weekend with you my little horcrux now go to sleep", Voldemort said as he pulled his horcrux down onto the bed.
Harry didn't want to go to sleep, but he had to as he was just too tired to argue. It was like all energy had drained out of him the minute Voldemort had said the word sleep.
Voldemort smiled down at his horcrux asleep curled up at his side as he pulled his horcrux closer to him so Harry was lying down on his chest.
Nobody knew what it was like to hold your horcrux near you. The amount of contentment and satisfaction any of his horcruxes gave him. The pure energy any of his processions had. Especially his seventh because the seventh was special and unique in ways only know to him. "Mine" he whispered as he pulled the boy closer to him and drifted of to sleep.