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Every time I Close My Eyes - Chapter 5
"EXPELLIARMUS!" The unknown man caught Harry's wand.
"Stand, for your Lord, Harry." Came Voldemort's sibilant voice. The
other man mad a grab for Harry to haul him to his feet, but Harry was too
fast. Harry was up and running, he had to get back to the people, they
were just around the corner. Instead of the sounds of pursuit he expected,
he heard only Voldemort's laughter. Harry tore around the corner, then
was rooted to the spot by what he saw. Instead of the rambling line of
shops, there were only one or two buildings. Builders looked at him
curiously, the sign they were putting up reading, "Ollivander's wands,
opens today!". They were the only people there. Then, pain shot through
his body. He hit the floor, screaming and writhing, helpless to stop it. As
the pain ebbed away, he heard Voldemort's laughter again.
"Don't run away from me again, Harry. We have much to discuss." The
black haired man, Harry assumed he was a Death Eater, hauled Harry to
his feet, then conjured cords of rope all around him. Harry was too weak
from the Cruciatus curse to protest. Leaving Harry leaning against the
wall, the man went over to Voldemort. The builders were no where to be
seen.
"What have you done?" Said Harry, as soon as he could speak. Voldemort
smiled again. "Done? I have done nothing. My faithful servant Mortority
has merely brought you from the future to the past, a few thousand years
in the past. No-one will disturb us here." Harry looked around desperately,
for something to cut the ropes, something to draw Vodemort's attention,
anything. He then felt the pain again, and cried out. When his eyes
unmisted, Voldemort was right in front of him. Harry saw no mercy in
those red eyes.
"Pay attention to me Harry. I'm sure what I have to say will be of great
interest. You are going to help me, Harry. You are going to help me or
suffer. Can you imagine the last 13 years from my view? I don't suppose
you can. I thought the answer to relieve my pain was to kill you. Now I
know I was wrong. I mean to make you suffer Harry, and I will. But first
you're going to help me."
"I won't do anything you ask." Spat Harry. Voldemort smiled again. "Oh,
I think you will. You see, I'm not going to hurt you, just yet. No, this
coming year will be much more enjoyable than a quick torture. Mr
Mortority here, is your new Professor. Defence Against The Dark Arts."
Voldemort said with a laugh. Harry glanced at the man. He was smiling,
but it was a frozen, calculating smile. "Mortority was my, protoge, if you
will, before my, ....abscence. He kept out of the way, watched my Death
Eaters, and served me well. With my influence, he has become very
powerful, very powerful indeed. Would you like to see the strength of his
powers, Harry?"
Harry turned and hit the floor as the curse hit the wall. Plaster showered
over him. He glared back at the two men, one quietly laughing, the other's
smile still frozen. Voldemort then walked towards him. Harry tried to
squirm away, but was too weak, and the bonds too tight.
"You and I are going to stay in contact this year, Harry. None of this no
speaking for a year then bumping into each other. And so you know when
I need you......." Harry felt the back of his shirt lifted up, then pain as he
never imagined. The blackness at the edges of his vision closed.
When Harry awoke, it was to find Mortority standing over him, and a
wand to his head. He spoke for the first time.
"Hello Harry. Feel up to travelling?" This man is a sadist, Harry thought.
He could see the madness in his eyes.
"People will have missed me. Dumbledore will find me, he's the most
powerful wizard alive." Harry loaded all his hate into those last words.
They only seemed to amuse his captor.
"No-one has missed you, Harry. You never left. I will take you back to the
moment we left the alley. I am your new teacher, and deserve your respect.
You will show it when we return." Harry bonds were removed, and he
was hauled to his feet. Glancing around he saw Voldemort was gone.
Mortority held out Harry's wand. Harry grabbed at it, and shouted,
"REDUCTO!" Nothing happened.
"Oh," said Mortority, "I should tell you, The Dark Lord made some
changes to your wand. No more of this silly reverse spell effect garbage.
Also, your new wand will not tolerate spells sent against Death Eaters, or
of course, The Dark Lord himself." Harry stood, dumbstruck. He had no
idea what to do. "Also," continued the Death Eater, " The Dark Lord
heard of your dreams. Very easy to intercept a few owls." He smiled his
terrible smile again. "So he will use this link between you. Tell anyone
what has passed here, and he will know. Tell anyone about my identity,
and he will know. Now, not only would this be an extremely stupid thing
for you to do, but it would also result in the death of whoever you told,
and the suffering of their families. And you wouldn't want that, would
you?"
Harry's mind seemed to have frozen over. There had to be a way out of
this, there had to be. But if there was he couldn't see it. He glared again at
the man.
"I won't do what he asks. Ever."
"We shall see, my young student. Perhaps he will find some
extra....incentive." His hand flashed out and grabbed Harry's wrist, and
then he felt the sensation again, of flying very very fast, but this time
forwards. When everything stopped moving his yanked his hand from
Mortority's. Mind buzzing with what to do next, Harry heard the two
voices he really didn't want to hear at that moment. Ron and Hermione.
"Harry!" Shouted Hermione. As she ran over, Harry glanced at Mortority.
He was still smiling, but now it seemed more genuine. He positively
beamed at Hermione. "Harry," she repeated, " I realised, I need some
more gold too." Ron caught up with them.
"Hey Harry. Are you ok? You look kinda pale." Harry just stared at him.
Hermione cleared her throat, glancing meaningfully at Morority. Still
Harry said nothing. He had to get them all out of this alive. Then before he
could stop her, Hermione brushed past him and extended her hand to
Mortority. "Hi, I'm Hermione Granger. And you are?" Harry's stomach
clenched as he took her hand.
"Mortority," he said with a smile. "Professor Mortority."
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Author's notes: Woohoo! Sorry about the cliffie, but thanks for the
reviews! Are you intrigued? ok, from this series you can expect more
action, more R/H, serious big piles of angst and much much more! So stay
with me. :) And as well, where are your predictions for the last line? Come
on ppl, work with me here!
Author's notes: see bottom of page
Every time I Close My Eyes - Chapter 5
"EXPELLIARMUS!" The unknown man caught Harry's wand.
"Stand, for your Lord, Harry." Came Voldemort's sibilant voice. The
other man mad a grab for Harry to haul him to his feet, but Harry was too
fast. Harry was up and running, he had to get back to the people, they
were just around the corner. Instead of the sounds of pursuit he expected,
he heard only Voldemort's laughter. Harry tore around the corner, then
was rooted to the spot by what he saw. Instead of the rambling line of
shops, there were only one or two buildings. Builders looked at him
curiously, the sign they were putting up reading, "Ollivander's wands,
opens today!". They were the only people there. Then, pain shot through
his body. He hit the floor, screaming and writhing, helpless to stop it. As
the pain ebbed away, he heard Voldemort's laughter again.
"Don't run away from me again, Harry. We have much to discuss." The
black haired man, Harry assumed he was a Death Eater, hauled Harry to
his feet, then conjured cords of rope all around him. Harry was too weak
from the Cruciatus curse to protest. Leaving Harry leaning against the
wall, the man went over to Voldemort. The builders were no where to be
seen.
"What have you done?" Said Harry, as soon as he could speak. Voldemort
smiled again. "Done? I have done nothing. My faithful servant Mortority
has merely brought you from the future to the past, a few thousand years
in the past. No-one will disturb us here." Harry looked around desperately,
for something to cut the ropes, something to draw Vodemort's attention,
anything. He then felt the pain again, and cried out. When his eyes
unmisted, Voldemort was right in front of him. Harry saw no mercy in
those red eyes.
"Pay attention to me Harry. I'm sure what I have to say will be of great
interest. You are going to help me, Harry. You are going to help me or
suffer. Can you imagine the last 13 years from my view? I don't suppose
you can. I thought the answer to relieve my pain was to kill you. Now I
know I was wrong. I mean to make you suffer Harry, and I will. But first
you're going to help me."
"I won't do anything you ask." Spat Harry. Voldemort smiled again. "Oh,
I think you will. You see, I'm not going to hurt you, just yet. No, this
coming year will be much more enjoyable than a quick torture. Mr
Mortority here, is your new Professor. Defence Against The Dark Arts."
Voldemort said with a laugh. Harry glanced at the man. He was smiling,
but it was a frozen, calculating smile. "Mortority was my, protoge, if you
will, before my, ....abscence. He kept out of the way, watched my Death
Eaters, and served me well. With my influence, he has become very
powerful, very powerful indeed. Would you like to see the strength of his
powers, Harry?"
Harry turned and hit the floor as the curse hit the wall. Plaster showered
over him. He glared back at the two men, one quietly laughing, the other's
smile still frozen. Voldemort then walked towards him. Harry tried to
squirm away, but was too weak, and the bonds too tight.
"You and I are going to stay in contact this year, Harry. None of this no
speaking for a year then bumping into each other. And so you know when
I need you......." Harry felt the back of his shirt lifted up, then pain as he
never imagined. The blackness at the edges of his vision closed.
When Harry awoke, it was to find Mortority standing over him, and a
wand to his head. He spoke for the first time.
"Hello Harry. Feel up to travelling?" This man is a sadist, Harry thought.
He could see the madness in his eyes.
"People will have missed me. Dumbledore will find me, he's the most
powerful wizard alive." Harry loaded all his hate into those last words.
They only seemed to amuse his captor.
"No-one has missed you, Harry. You never left. I will take you back to the
moment we left the alley. I am your new teacher, and deserve your respect.
You will show it when we return." Harry bonds were removed, and he
was hauled to his feet. Glancing around he saw Voldemort was gone.
Mortority held out Harry's wand. Harry grabbed at it, and shouted,
"REDUCTO!" Nothing happened.
"Oh," said Mortority, "I should tell you, The Dark Lord made some
changes to your wand. No more of this silly reverse spell effect garbage.
Also, your new wand will not tolerate spells sent against Death Eaters, or
of course, The Dark Lord himself." Harry stood, dumbstruck. He had no
idea what to do. "Also," continued the Death Eater, " The Dark Lord
heard of your dreams. Very easy to intercept a few owls." He smiled his
terrible smile again. "So he will use this link between you. Tell anyone
what has passed here, and he will know. Tell anyone about my identity,
and he will know. Now, not only would this be an extremely stupid thing
for you to do, but it would also result in the death of whoever you told,
and the suffering of their families. And you wouldn't want that, would
you?"
Harry's mind seemed to have frozen over. There had to be a way out of
this, there had to be. But if there was he couldn't see it. He glared again at
the man.
"I won't do what he asks. Ever."
"We shall see, my young student. Perhaps he will find some
extra....incentive." His hand flashed out and grabbed Harry's wrist, and
then he felt the sensation again, of flying very very fast, but this time
forwards. When everything stopped moving his yanked his hand from
Mortority's. Mind buzzing with what to do next, Harry heard the two
voices he really didn't want to hear at that moment. Ron and Hermione.
"Harry!" Shouted Hermione. As she ran over, Harry glanced at Mortority.
He was still smiling, but now it seemed more genuine. He positively
beamed at Hermione. "Harry," she repeated, " I realised, I need some
more gold too." Ron caught up with them.
"Hey Harry. Are you ok? You look kinda pale." Harry just stared at him.
Hermione cleared her throat, glancing meaningfully at Morority. Still
Harry said nothing. He had to get them all out of this alive. Then before he
could stop her, Hermione brushed past him and extended her hand to
Mortority. "Hi, I'm Hermione Granger. And you are?" Harry's stomach
clenched as he took her hand.
"Mortority," he said with a smile. "Professor Mortority."
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Author's notes: Woohoo! Sorry about the cliffie, but thanks for the
reviews! Are you intrigued? ok, from this series you can expect more
action, more R/H, serious big piles of angst and much much more! So stay
with me. :) And as well, where are your predictions for the last line? Come
on ppl, work with me here!