A\N All this belongs to J.K. Rowling except the plot! It ended when Voldemort saw Harry and Ron.
Help!!!!!!!!! Harry thought. Since Harry wasn't a very advanced wizard, he couldn't do a big curse on Voldemort. Harry glanced at Ron quickly, who was just standing there looking terrified.
"Stupedify!" Harry screamed at the same time Ron did.
Voldemort didn't blink an eye. (Harry secretly wondered if Voldemort could blink.) He just reached out a long white hand and swept the curses away as if it were a pesky fly. Then he pointed his wand at Ron and whispered Stupidefy. Ron fell down, stiff as a board.
Where is everyone? Harry thought, desperately.
"They are inside Harry. My loyal followers are taking care of them," Voldemort hissed.
Harry decided to bid his time. "How did you get in here?"
"Simple, boy. From a little help from a friend," Voldemort cackled.
Friend? Harry thought.
"Don't expect me to tell you who he is, child," Voldemort said slowly. "You wouldn't be alive to anyway."
Harry felt a shiver up his spine. He was almost positive Voldemort could read his thoughts.
Well, you're an idiot, Harry thought.
Voldemort just smiled.
"Expellidermus!" Harry yelled, hoping to catch Voldemort off guard.
Voldemort lazily pushed the curse aside.
"Trying to act brave Harry? Trying to die like your father did?"
Harry felt an all-consuming hate take over his body. He glared at Voldemort, the loathing shooting out of his gaze.
"Firingdia," Voldemort snarled.
A fire sprang around Harry and Harry desperately tried to escape as he pulled his robes around him. Where was Dumbledore?
As soon as the fire started, it disappeared. Voldemort stared at Harry.
"Imperio," he muttered.
Harry felt that blissful feeling, all thoughts of worry leaving his head.
"Attack the teachers, Harry. Go into Hogwarts," a voice in his head whispered.
Okay, Harry thought. But a voice told him. "No, Harry, no."
That voice was weak compared to the other one. Harry felt himself walking towards the entrance hall. Then all of a sudden, the weak voice shouted, "Harry, he killed your parents!"
Harry crashed back to earth and the curse fell away from him. He stared defiantly to Voldemort who was at his side.
"Crucio!" Voldemort shrieked.
Harry felt pain as he never felt before. White hot irons were pressing onto every inch of his body. He tried not to scream, but yells sprang out of his mouth. At least an hour must have passed or at least that's what Harry thought. The curse was finally released and Harry shakily stood up. He stared up into Voldemort's satisfied face.
"Give up yet, Potter?" Voldemort asked.
"Never," Harry whispered.
Voldemort lifted his wand just when...
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Help!!!!!!!!! Harry thought. Since Harry wasn't a very advanced wizard, he couldn't do a big curse on Voldemort. Harry glanced at Ron quickly, who was just standing there looking terrified.
"Stupedify!" Harry screamed at the same time Ron did.
Voldemort didn't blink an eye. (Harry secretly wondered if Voldemort could blink.) He just reached out a long white hand and swept the curses away as if it were a pesky fly. Then he pointed his wand at Ron and whispered Stupidefy. Ron fell down, stiff as a board.
Where is everyone? Harry thought, desperately.
"They are inside Harry. My loyal followers are taking care of them," Voldemort hissed.
Harry decided to bid his time. "How did you get in here?"
"Simple, boy. From a little help from a friend," Voldemort cackled.
Friend? Harry thought.
"Don't expect me to tell you who he is, child," Voldemort said slowly. "You wouldn't be alive to anyway."
Harry felt a shiver up his spine. He was almost positive Voldemort could read his thoughts.
Well, you're an idiot, Harry thought.
Voldemort just smiled.
"Expellidermus!" Harry yelled, hoping to catch Voldemort off guard.
Voldemort lazily pushed the curse aside.
"Trying to act brave Harry? Trying to die like your father did?"
Harry felt an all-consuming hate take over his body. He glared at Voldemort, the loathing shooting out of his gaze.
"Firingdia," Voldemort snarled.
A fire sprang around Harry and Harry desperately tried to escape as he pulled his robes around him. Where was Dumbledore?
As soon as the fire started, it disappeared. Voldemort stared at Harry.
"Imperio," he muttered.
Harry felt that blissful feeling, all thoughts of worry leaving his head.
"Attack the teachers, Harry. Go into Hogwarts," a voice in his head whispered.
Okay, Harry thought. But a voice told him. "No, Harry, no."
That voice was weak compared to the other one. Harry felt himself walking towards the entrance hall. Then all of a sudden, the weak voice shouted, "Harry, he killed your parents!"
Harry crashed back to earth and the curse fell away from him. He stared defiantly to Voldemort who was at his side.
"Crucio!" Voldemort shrieked.
Harry felt pain as he never felt before. White hot irons were pressing onto every inch of his body. He tried not to scream, but yells sprang out of his mouth. At least an hour must have passed or at least that's what Harry thought. The curse was finally released and Harry shakily stood up. He stared up into Voldemort's satisfied face.
"Give up yet, Potter?" Voldemort asked.
"Never," Harry whispered.
Voldemort lifted his wand just when...
A\N Cliffhanger! Please Review!!!!!!!!!!!!