Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story, that u recognise
from the HP books they all Belong to JK Rowling. (But we all know that).
A/N: Ok I don't mean to be sacrilegious here, so please do not take offence I just thought that it would add to the spell and the atmosphere.
Chapter 7
And again, another thump. Harry looked all around him, every one was confused. "Who isn't here?" He yelled. Harry didn't think there was any one. He thought they were all there.
Every one looked baffled. "Every one's here." Dennis Creevy squeaked up. Harry nodded.
"Open up in there!" a high pitched voice called. Harry and Snape looked at each other. Only the two of them, except Ron, had ever heard Voldemort, and they both knew that was him. "I advise that you open the door, Harry."
"Patronising fucker." Harry muttered. "Always treating me like a kid." Harry sighed and began to walk up the stairs to the entrance.
"Harry!" Snape called, grabbing the boys' wrist. "What the hell do you think your doing?"
"Doing what he says."
"Have you gone crazy!" Snape yelled. "He'll kill us all!"
"Not if only I go." Harry continued to walk up the stairs, tossing Snapes' hand aside.
Slowly Harry opened the heavy metal door, and there stood Voldemort, his wand at the ready.
"Ah Hello Harry." He said.
"Hello,"
"Are you going to join us for a little walk?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Well…no." Voldemort raised his wand and bound and gagged Harry, when Draco Malfoy and some Death Eater he didn't recognise, dragged him away.
~~x~~
"So I have brought you all here today for you all to finally witness the death of my young friend here…" Harry rolled his eyes, Voldemort had been calling Harry his 'Young Friend' for years now. It was getting awfully patronising, then again Voldemort still treated Harry as the baby that he failed to kill, just so the evil bastard could feel better. "Harry Potter, he's escaped me a fair few times, but today he shall not and inevitably I shall rule the world."
Harry decided to score Voldemort ten out of ten for his highly original saying. Being tied to a crucifix, it was a bit ironic, but that was the least of Harry's worries, he needed to get to the glass vial in his left pocket which Snape had filled with poison.
"Drink this," he had said, holding up the vial, it had had a milky colour to it. "It'll kill you in a instinct, no chance of recovery, try not to use it." Snape had looked rather tearful, and Sirius and given Harry a tight hug.
That was all a good thing, he was going to die tonight, well probably…he might as well 'save the world' along with him. But if only he could reach the fucking stuff. No wand either, Voldemort also had that, he was twiddling with it.
Harry tried to loosen the ropes that tied him to the religious symbol, luckily all the Death Eaters were too busy listen to Voldemort speech to give Harry a blink of an eye who had freed him self of one of the bonds. Carefully undoing to last one…easily it slipped out; 'who on earth had tied him up?' Harry laughed to himself. 'Goyle of course…who else?'
Quietly he jumped down, but to no avail, the hard concrete floor made him sound like an elephant they all turned around. "Get him!" Voldemort yelled. Harry quickly stuffed his hand in his pocket and pulled out the vial. Using his teeth, he pulled the cork out and drank the dammed stuff.
A/N: Ok I don't mean to be sacrilegious here, so please do not take offence I just thought that it would add to the spell and the atmosphere.
Chapter 7
And again, another thump. Harry looked all around him, every one was confused. "Who isn't here?" He yelled. Harry didn't think there was any one. He thought they were all there.
Every one looked baffled. "Every one's here." Dennis Creevy squeaked up. Harry nodded.
"Open up in there!" a high pitched voice called. Harry and Snape looked at each other. Only the two of them, except Ron, had ever heard Voldemort, and they both knew that was him. "I advise that you open the door, Harry."
"Patronising fucker." Harry muttered. "Always treating me like a kid." Harry sighed and began to walk up the stairs to the entrance.
"Harry!" Snape called, grabbing the boys' wrist. "What the hell do you think your doing?"
"Doing what he says."
"Have you gone crazy!" Snape yelled. "He'll kill us all!"
"Not if only I go." Harry continued to walk up the stairs, tossing Snapes' hand aside.
Slowly Harry opened the heavy metal door, and there stood Voldemort, his wand at the ready.
"Ah Hello Harry." He said.
"Hello,"
"Are you going to join us for a little walk?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Well…no." Voldemort raised his wand and bound and gagged Harry, when Draco Malfoy and some Death Eater he didn't recognise, dragged him away.
~~x~~
"So I have brought you all here today for you all to finally witness the death of my young friend here…" Harry rolled his eyes, Voldemort had been calling Harry his 'Young Friend' for years now. It was getting awfully patronising, then again Voldemort still treated Harry as the baby that he failed to kill, just so the evil bastard could feel better. "Harry Potter, he's escaped me a fair few times, but today he shall not and inevitably I shall rule the world."
Harry decided to score Voldemort ten out of ten for his highly original saying. Being tied to a crucifix, it was a bit ironic, but that was the least of Harry's worries, he needed to get to the glass vial in his left pocket which Snape had filled with poison.
"Drink this," he had said, holding up the vial, it had had a milky colour to it. "It'll kill you in a instinct, no chance of recovery, try not to use it." Snape had looked rather tearful, and Sirius and given Harry a tight hug.
That was all a good thing, he was going to die tonight, well probably…he might as well 'save the world' along with him. But if only he could reach the fucking stuff. No wand either, Voldemort also had that, he was twiddling with it.
Harry tried to loosen the ropes that tied him to the religious symbol, luckily all the Death Eaters were too busy listen to Voldemort speech to give Harry a blink of an eye who had freed him self of one of the bonds. Carefully undoing to last one…easily it slipped out; 'who on earth had tied him up?' Harry laughed to himself. 'Goyle of course…who else?'
Quietly he jumped down, but to no avail, the hard concrete floor made him sound like an elephant they all turned around. "Get him!" Voldemort yelled. Harry quickly stuffed his hand in his pocket and pulled out the vial. Using his teeth, he pulled the cork out and drank the dammed stuff.