Harry Potter:
The Worst Year
Chapter 5
He was running. He fell to his knees. He looked up into the face of Voldemort. Harry whimpered in pain. He felt the deep in his scar. His head was throbbing.
Voldemort's red eyes were staring at him. His cat eyes were cutting through the darkness. He looked straight into the eyes that were Harry's. Harry fell over from the pain of his scar. He felt as if someone had put a hot iron to his for-head where his scar is. He got back to his feet and felt his whole body shacking.
"Potter..." Voldemort sneered. He pulled a dagger out of his pocket. "Do you know what this is Potter?" He asked and he saw the bewildered look on Harry's face so he spoke. "This is the dagger of Slytherin. Only people in the bloodline of Slytherin can touch it with out being burnt. True you are in the bloodline of Salazar, but you have Gryffindor blood in you! So it still will burn you deeply...especially if I touch your sacred mark. The mark left by me 14 years ago! Your scar! It will be ten times more painful then if I cut you with any normal dagger or sword. You already went through that am I correct?"
Harry didn't say anything. He knew how it felt to be hit with a dagger. It was very painful. In yet Voldemort was going to cut his scar with the dagger of Slytherin? That was crazy! He looked into the pitiless eyes of Voldemort and he didn't care about the excruciating pain in his scar. He knew soon that he'd be pained about 1000 times worse!
Voldemort kneeled down besides Harry. "You know if you just lie there that the pain won't be worse. As to me having about 10 deatheaters holding you down. I myself prefer seeing you in more pain, but it is easier for me this way." Voldemort said as he pulled his long white finger along the blade of the dagger.
Harry gulped. He didn't want to make anything easy for him. He wanted to give him the hardest fight possible. He eyed the dagger. He imagined him returning to Hogwarts and having to go to the hospital wing. He could imagine the smirk on Malfoy's face.
"Potter..." Voldemort said as he raised the dagger over his scar so that Harry could see the point of it. Voldemort brought the blade down Harry rolled over so that he was on his stomach. "POTTER!" Voldemort shrieked.
Harry knew that he: himself wouldn't give up with out a fight. He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He felt warm blood dripping down his back. He knew Voldemort had whacked him with the dagger. The pain was worse than last year when he got hit in his arm. He felt as if it was burning his insides. It was like being under the Cruciatus Curse. His hand went numb. He felt Voldemort roll him onto his back. Harry looked into those pitiless eyes. He was going to die! Those cruel eyes were telling him so.
He felt the air grow cold as 10 or so deatheaters walked toward their master.
"Yes, master?" They all said kneeling before Voldemort.
"Each of you hold the boy down! Malfoy, Nott, Crabbe and Goyal you get his top half. The rest of you hold his legs down. We're doing some torturing."
He saw the deatheater that he hated more than any other: Lucius Malfoy. He took Harry's right arm and held it down with great force. He was in enough pain. He prepared himself for more pain. He was shacking still.
Voldemort lifted the dagger so it was almost touching the tip of Harry's nose. Voldemort brought it up so that it was parallel with his scar. Voldemort brought the tip of the dagger so that it touched his scar.
Suddenly a streak of pain went through Harry's body. He felt the tip of the dagger break his flesh. A surge of pain filtered through his body once again that left him shacking. Voldemort bring the dagger downward. He knew that Voldemort was coming close to the turn in his scar. His head was throbbing with pain. He couldn't do anything about it. He knew that Madam Pomfrey could heal it to its normal state.
Voldemort finally reached the Horizon part of the scar. Harry felt warm blood starting to dry on his for-head. Voldemort brought it across the line that made his scar a lightning bolt. He didn't feel anything, but numbness.
Then he realized he didn't even give a fight! He was just going to let Voldemort tear him into shreds! He was in dumb disbelief.
Harry regained cautiousness of where he was. The numbness wore off. The pain was at full force. Harry looked at Voldemort's face and saw the blood soaked blade of the dagger. Voldemort pulled it up into the air, ready to strike. Then, he put the dagger into his robe.
He stood up and Malfoy went scampering over 2 a cauldron. He put some blue potion in a glass vial. Then, he brought it over to Voldemort. Voldemort strode over to Harry. Lucius did the same; His cold hand grabbed Harry's wrist.
"Blood on the mark
That made you the one
Who defeated the dark?
With this potion the one
Will be in mortal pain,
Pain beyond pain,
From the mark that made him,
The-Boy-Who-Lived.
Will be no more.
It shall dry up the cut,
But shall always remain,
In the deepness of the scar,
And in the pain.
You shall always
Remember this poem,
For thy is true,
The pain is worse.
When I come near,
Thy shall know,
From the deepness of the cut,
You shall loose some magic,
But gain a future,
By the make,
That makes you the one.
There is one way to escape the pain,
To join the darkness,
And never change." Voldemort recited. Voldemort bent over Harry. "You make the decision. Whether side with the dark or the light."
"I WILL NEVER SIDE WITH YOU VOLDEMORT!" Harry screamed at the top of his lungs.
Voldemort leaned over Harry and dropped the potion on his scar. It was pain greater than when Voldemort cut his scar. All of a sudden light eschewed from his body and a pulling feeling filled through his body. The world around him disappeared. He saw what looked like Ron above him.
He looked around to find himself in the hospital wing. He let out a sigh of relief. Even though this is the last place he wanted to do, He couldn't help feel relived. He still had the pain that Voldemort inflicted upon him.
"Mr. Potter what happened?" Madam Pomfrey asked walking toward him.
"Voldemort..." Harry said breathing hardly.
"What did You-Know-Who do?" Ron asked.
As soon as Ron had said this Dumbledore walked in. He was supposed to be dead! But he was standing right in front of the Hospital Wing.
"Harry come with me," He ordered.
Harry got up and walked to the door. As soon as he stood the pain that Voldemort put upon him returned at full force. His scar burnt like a warning. Was it? But Voldemort had cut his scar. Didn't he?
He really didn't care to think right now. His whole body ached. Harry traces a finger over his scar it felt normal, but then again it didn't. When he pulled his finger away there was blood. Bright crimson blood. There wasn't the smallest trace of blue in it.
All of a sudden a streak of pain went through his scar. He felt like he was dizzy. He grabbed onto the closest wall and slid down it. His head in his knees. He heard footsteps and then black.
~*~Dun Dun Dun.... Am I getting better at Cliffhangers? Ok I just had to do that in this chappie:) Lol. Oh well. I GOT REVIEWS! *Does a happy dance* Lol. Well sorry it took so long to get this Chapter up. I had writer's block! Seriously this time! It's because of School! That's probably why I can only type on weekends. : /. I hate school. Did you guess? Sorry to all my reviewers I just don't feel like checking my e-mail. I'll get to you next chapter. And another reason it took so long I was typing a funny fic for me and my friends at R.M.S they said it's pretty good. If you want me to put it up I will. It's Harry Potter goes to R.M.S. Sooooo...that's why I didn't post it. Lol. Oh well talk to you next Chappie. Oh yeah! I need to put my catch phrase! "I try to see things from your point of view, but I can't stick my head that far up my ass!" That's from me to the preppies at my school! Mu huh! Lol. L8er!~*~
