Chapter 2
"So you did become a Death Eater," Harry tried to sound strong as he gave the rude remake to Malfoy who was dragging him across a field. Draco made no remark but gripped Harry tighter. Harry winced in slight pain and Draco took notice. A smile lit upon his face.
"Yes, I did become a Death Eater; as will you," Draco was pulling him toward a large castle which Harry recognized. His stomach when in; fright rising within it. Harry started to struggle as hard as he could but it was useless.
He was back.
*****
"Stand up before your Lord!" Lucius kicked Harry as he crumpled in front of a large thrown that held not a man but a monster.
"Enough Lucius," the voice cut through the pain as Harry closed his eyes tightly, stars showing within his head. Voldemort stood from his thrown and walked towards the 16-year-old child.
Voldemort smiled as he saw what physical pain was brought to Harry. His robe was off and his shirt had been ripped also, bits of it still tucked into his pants. On his back there were whip marks that shown against Harry's pale skin. And just visible on his left shoulder was a shape of a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth.
"Ah Harry, you have grown so much in two years," Voldemort bent down and picked up Harry's weak form with ease. Harry shuttered as he felt Voldemort's cold skin on his own.
Voldemort touched Harry's back, outlining the whip marks with his fingers. Harry tried his best not to cry out so he bit his tongue. Voldemort started to address Lucius but Harry couldn't make out what he said. Lucius walked over to Voldemort and Harry was slipped out of Voldemort's arms and into Lucius'.
"I will see you soon Harry," Voldemort said as Lucius disappeared with Harry.
Just a second later they arrived in a large hallway covered with pictures. Lucius dropped Harry quickly and disappeared after he did. Harry fell on his back, groaning with pain as he did. When the pain had decreased he stood up, looking to where he was.
The pictures around him were like the ones at Hogwarts. Some of them were in each other portraits and bundling up. There was this large picture that were all huddled up into a circle, talking excitedly. Harry could tell that they were in a conversation. He stared around at them, hearing them mumble words and sentences that brought interest to Harry.
"...Really, the last time he sent someone here-"
"This should be better than the last victim, Voldemort wanted the last one to be killed off immediately,"
"I got an message from him! It said-"
"He really doesn't want us to kill him. Now really that is-"
"He wants us to do WHAT?! Why the heck-"
"Come on, we need to get this over with. He will be here soon for him," The pictures stopped and turned to Harry, there eyes resting upon him. The last one to talk was a blonde teenage woman who was dressed in a short skirt and top.
"Welcome Harry, we have been expecting you," her voice was soft and clear. Harry backed away, not knowing what to do. Then the one to the right of her spoke.
"What did you do my lad? Voldemort just pick you out randomly or do you have that strange power that he wants?" he was dressed as a sailor, his uniform matching his hat on his head. He looked no older than 25, his brown hair sticking out at the sides.
"Shhish Sody, in the letter it said that he had power that we could only imagine. Do I need to read out louder?" The man standing across from the one called Sody was holding a piece of paper that he was waving it vigorously. He looked as if he was 18, large glasses covering his face.
"Now come on, I don't want to make this take forever," the one who spoke this time was woman dressed in a nurse uniform, a shot in her hand. They all nodded and faced Harry and took a step.
Harry was amazed for they had just stepped out of their pictures, now 3-D. The nurse and the sailor stepped closer to Harry. The nurse was fidgeting with the shot that she had in her hand so the liquid inside was turning purple.
Harry backed up until he was against the wall, his skin intersecting with it. The nurse and sailor stepped as one, now advancing on Harry. The nurse stepped forward, the shot still fidgeting in her hand. Harry threw himself to the left as the nurse tried to poke it into him.
The sailor stepped towards Harry and grabbed him by his wrists and twisting. Harry cried out in pain, struggling to make the man let go of him. The sailor just held him tighter when he did so, a smile curving onto his lips.
"My lad, this won't take very long. Just let Rosel poke this into you and you won't even feel the pain that will be placed on you," The sailor called Sody pulled him towards Rosel. As soon as they were in five inches of each other the nurse plunged the shot into Harry.
Harry fell into the sailor's arms, not remembering the things the pictures did to him.
When he woke up he found himself in the arms of Voldemort, his back covered in blood. He couldn't move his arms at all. That was when he realized that his arms were melted into his body. He tried to move but all he felt was his fingers moving inside of their stomach.
It took 5 long hours of pain for them to do the surgery to get them out of there.
*****
Draco continued to pull Harry as he was enlightened when he saw the horror brought to him. Harry looked pathetic in his 15 year-old body, his eyes watering up with sorrow. He tried his last time to get away but Draco wouldn't allow it.
When they got to the front door Draco pushed Harry inside and slammed it shut.
"So you did become a Death Eater," Harry tried to sound strong as he gave the rude remake to Malfoy who was dragging him across a field. Draco made no remark but gripped Harry tighter. Harry winced in slight pain and Draco took notice. A smile lit upon his face.
"Yes, I did become a Death Eater; as will you," Draco was pulling him toward a large castle which Harry recognized. His stomach when in; fright rising within it. Harry started to struggle as hard as he could but it was useless.
He was back.
*****
"Stand up before your Lord!" Lucius kicked Harry as he crumpled in front of a large thrown that held not a man but a monster.
"Enough Lucius," the voice cut through the pain as Harry closed his eyes tightly, stars showing within his head. Voldemort stood from his thrown and walked towards the 16-year-old child.
Voldemort smiled as he saw what physical pain was brought to Harry. His robe was off and his shirt had been ripped also, bits of it still tucked into his pants. On his back there were whip marks that shown against Harry's pale skin. And just visible on his left shoulder was a shape of a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth.
"Ah Harry, you have grown so much in two years," Voldemort bent down and picked up Harry's weak form with ease. Harry shuttered as he felt Voldemort's cold skin on his own.
Voldemort touched Harry's back, outlining the whip marks with his fingers. Harry tried his best not to cry out so he bit his tongue. Voldemort started to address Lucius but Harry couldn't make out what he said. Lucius walked over to Voldemort and Harry was slipped out of Voldemort's arms and into Lucius'.
"I will see you soon Harry," Voldemort said as Lucius disappeared with Harry.
Just a second later they arrived in a large hallway covered with pictures. Lucius dropped Harry quickly and disappeared after he did. Harry fell on his back, groaning with pain as he did. When the pain had decreased he stood up, looking to where he was.
The pictures around him were like the ones at Hogwarts. Some of them were in each other portraits and bundling up. There was this large picture that were all huddled up into a circle, talking excitedly. Harry could tell that they were in a conversation. He stared around at them, hearing them mumble words and sentences that brought interest to Harry.
"...Really, the last time he sent someone here-"
"This should be better than the last victim, Voldemort wanted the last one to be killed off immediately,"
"I got an message from him! It said-"
"He really doesn't want us to kill him. Now really that is-"
"He wants us to do WHAT?! Why the heck-"
"Come on, we need to get this over with. He will be here soon for him," The pictures stopped and turned to Harry, there eyes resting upon him. The last one to talk was a blonde teenage woman who was dressed in a short skirt and top.
"Welcome Harry, we have been expecting you," her voice was soft and clear. Harry backed away, not knowing what to do. Then the one to the right of her spoke.
"What did you do my lad? Voldemort just pick you out randomly or do you have that strange power that he wants?" he was dressed as a sailor, his uniform matching his hat on his head. He looked no older than 25, his brown hair sticking out at the sides.
"Shhish Sody, in the letter it said that he had power that we could only imagine. Do I need to read out louder?" The man standing across from the one called Sody was holding a piece of paper that he was waving it vigorously. He looked as if he was 18, large glasses covering his face.
"Now come on, I don't want to make this take forever," the one who spoke this time was woman dressed in a nurse uniform, a shot in her hand. They all nodded and faced Harry and took a step.
Harry was amazed for they had just stepped out of their pictures, now 3-D. The nurse and the sailor stepped closer to Harry. The nurse was fidgeting with the shot that she had in her hand so the liquid inside was turning purple.
Harry backed up until he was against the wall, his skin intersecting with it. The nurse and sailor stepped as one, now advancing on Harry. The nurse stepped forward, the shot still fidgeting in her hand. Harry threw himself to the left as the nurse tried to poke it into him.
The sailor stepped towards Harry and grabbed him by his wrists and twisting. Harry cried out in pain, struggling to make the man let go of him. The sailor just held him tighter when he did so, a smile curving onto his lips.
"My lad, this won't take very long. Just let Rosel poke this into you and you won't even feel the pain that will be placed on you," The sailor called Sody pulled him towards Rosel. As soon as they were in five inches of each other the nurse plunged the shot into Harry.
Harry fell into the sailor's arms, not remembering the things the pictures did to him.
When he woke up he found himself in the arms of Voldemort, his back covered in blood. He couldn't move his arms at all. That was when he realized that his arms were melted into his body. He tried to move but all he felt was his fingers moving inside of their stomach.
It took 5 long hours of pain for them to do the surgery to get them out of there.
*****
Draco continued to pull Harry as he was enlightened when he saw the horror brought to him. Harry looked pathetic in his 15 year-old body, his eyes watering up with sorrow. He tried his last time to get away but Draco wouldn't allow it.
When they got to the front door Draco pushed Harry inside and slammed it shut.