Affair with Death...
Disclaimer: While I'm sure everyone thinks I am the infamous J.K Rowling, I am sorry to disappoint you but I assure you, I am not. Likewise the Harry Potter characters do not belong to me. Thank you.
A/N: Yes, yes, I know, I admit it, I haven't been writing! Sorry!!!! I have had an enormous amount other things to do this quarter, tons of Homework, not to mention midterms. Plus I got a new computer, which delayed my writing further, so again, sorry. I don't usually take so long to get 1 chapter up!
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He had lost, and he knew what it meant to lose to Voldemort...Death.
Harry knew he should be terrified, maybe see his life flash before his eyes or something, but he wasn't. He felt a little stunned, a little sad, but the dominant emotion was anger. He knew with an awful certainty that if he had his wand, he wouldn't attack to injure. No Harry would attack to kill.
Slowly Harry straightened his back, and stood, facing Voldemort. His green eyes were chips of green ice, cold and merciless. His face was set with determination, so different than the look of fear Voldemort was used to getting from his enemy. Voldemort's red, watery eyes showed, for an unmistakable second, surprise touched by a bit of fear. Then he sneered, his slanted eyes devoid of emotion once more.
"So Harry, you have finally decided to go on offence after all these years of running from me. So sorry that your wand was captured before you could try a second spell, but that's life." Voldemort's voice was smooth and hypnotizing, but Harry didn't miss a beat.
"You should be glad you got my wand right now, who knows, maybe we could have forced some more ghosts out of your wand like last time. I didn't see you looking to smug then." Harry's voice was deliberate, challenging. Voldemort's sneer grew wider, mocking, but Harry wasn't looking at his sneer, he looked evenly into Voldemort's eyes. And was rewarded by a flash of anger. Harry smiled inwardly. He had found some valuable information about Voldemort. No matter how sinister he was, he couldn't keep all emotion from his eyes.
"Nice comeback Harry." Voldemort sneered. "I see you have been practicing. But I don't intend to make the same mistake I did last time, I should have simply killed you, but I still say that's too easy. But don't worry Harry, my next plan will be marvelous. You will die slowly, agonizingly and helplessly."
Harry almost snorted. Voldemort sure liked making speeches, still Harry was a more than a little worried about this speech. Voldemort had really already caught him so he didn't have much chance of escape.
"Don't worry though Harry, you won't die yet. In fact, you won't die for quite awhile. I shall bring you to my meeting spot and there you shall be tortured. You have felt the crutacious curse quite a few times if I remember correctly. Well don't you worry, I have spells that hurt 20 times more. Spells that make you wish you were dead before they begin. Spells that burn you to ash, yet keep you alive, spells that feel as if you have been stabbed all over as you slowly bleed to death. They will go on forever, timeless agony. But still, you won't die. For after these spells, your physical body will be exhausted, but if I know you Potter, your mind will still be strong. You try too hard to be a hero, you will survive because you feel you must. This has always been one of the reasons you have escaped me Potter, but not this time. It will be your downfall. You try to carry other peoples burdens too often Potter. You feel used and worthless. Already you have tried to kill yourself for this very reason. But after many nights full of nightmares and days full of guilt, you will be weak. So weak Harry." Voldemort's voice was full of triumph. He knew, as did Harry, that this plan would work. Harry was usually very strong-minded. But he had fits of depression and anger that almost nobody could help him with. And there would be nobody to help him. Harry's shoulders slumped a little, his emerald eyes lost its determination, slowly giving way to fear and defeat. But Voldemort wasn't finished yet.
"This whole time Harry, the whole wizarding world will be in an uproar. Harry Potter will be missing, the only one who could escape Voldemort. They will be frantic Harry, looking everywhere for you. But finally, after many months they will give up. You will be dead to them Harry. Now imagine how your friends will feel, cleaning out your room, crying for their dead friend, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you could be still alive. Then, imagine their surprise when they find a note, a note that had not been found by the Aurors or ministry of magic. You have been captured by Voldemort, but don't worry, he will wait a very long time before killing Harry Potter.
Your friends are so loyal Harry. I am willing to bet they don't even tell anybody where they are going. Imagine their happiness in seeing you, tied up sure, but alive. Can't you just imagine Hermione running towards you with Ron close behind. Just before they are stabbed Harry. Wont that be fun, seeing your friends bleed to death in front of your very eyes? I'm sure it will be a life-changing experience Harry. Very life-changing." Voldemort's smirk got wider still. He knew he had won now, Harry would be devastated. This would be the ultimate torture. He looked towards the boy who had constantly escaped him, expecting to see defeat, pain and sorrow in his eyes. Harry Potter was so predictable. But Harry didn't have his head down, his eyes cast down, his shoulders shaking as Voldemort had expected.
Harry felt his blood boil, his hands clenched once more into fists. He didn't mind much if he died, although the way he would sounded quite awful, but Voldemort couldn't kill his friends like that without Harry putting up a fight. Hermione and Ron would not be killed just because they had chosen to befriend the boy-who-lived. They already had enough trouble with reporters and such. Harry slowly raised his head and looked into Voldemorts face. His eyes held a new light then before. Something in Harry suddenly snapped. Ever since second year, Harry had looked at Voldemort as a boy who had grown up wrong. He had always seen Tom grown up into someone twisted, someone evil. But he had also seen Tom as a boy.
This had broken the connection. Tom was somebody else to Harry, a boy who just happened to grow up into this man. They were no longer connected in Harry's head. And Harry felt a surge of Hatred so deep it scared him. He thought he knew how it felt to hate when he learned about Peter. But even then he remembered how Peter was his parents friend.
Voldemort was nothing to him except this man right here. This man who had made his life a living hell. This man who wanted to kill his friends, who would kill his friends.
Suddenly Harry felt something inside himself give way. Magic swept through his bloodstream like a tidal wave, causing his whole body to go numb and tingle with newfound strength. Harry stiffened visibly, his hands clenched, his nails digging into the palm of his sweaty hand. It felt like he was struck by lightning, the scar on his forehead suddenly glowed a red-gold. Then it was over and all Harry could feel was power and hatred.
Slowly Harry raised his head and looked straight at the other man. His green eyes that had always been so kind, so compassionate held a new light. They were a dark, glowing green, gold specks of power running through them. An inner light seemed to come from them. Voldemort suddenly seemed a little nervous.
Harry smiled a cold, merciless smile. His whole body radiated in anger and power. Voldemort tried to smirk back, but Harry, knowing that Voldemorts true feelings showed in his eyes, saw worry mixed with a bit of fear. Voldemort calmly reached for his wand and held it at Harry, his hand steady.
"/Crucio!/"
Harry jumped easily to the side, his eyes never leaving Voldemorts. Again Harry saw a look of uneasiness appear in his enemy's eyes. But now it was Harry's turn. Without a second thought, Harry raised his hand steadily, pointing straight at Voldemort's head.
"/Limperagro!/" Harry said again, his voice steady and collected. His eyes flashed for a second, shining with some inner power. Then suddenly a gold light came from his outstretched hand, coming with more force then it had when Harry had used his wand. Voldemort looked at Harry, stunned, before being smashed by the gold light with such force his body flew into the wall almost a foot behind him.
Harry watched in grim satisfaction as Voldemort's head hit the wall with a resounding crack. He hadn't killed Voldemort, the only spell he knew how to do that was Avada kadavra and he wasn't about to say that one, no matter how mad he was. Instead he had given Voldemort visions, nightmares, all over his worst fears. He had filled the mans mind with all the depressing and awful memories Voldemort had ever had. Harry knew how awful this spell must feel, he imagined it would be a lot like he had felt when he was depressed, like he was caught in a vacuum of emptiness, being sucked in without any reason to resist.
Harry smiled mirthlessly and quickly started packing his bags. He threw his clothes into an empty suitcase without really realizing what he was doing, his mind had gone on mechanical, not really letting Harry feel any emotions, not letting him grasp reality yet. Instead Harry was stuck in the moment, his eyes still hard and glowing from passion and anger, his stance tall and foreboding. In less then 10 minutes Harry had packed everything and stood at his door, his old, shabby suitcase in one hand, Hegwig's cage in the other. Quickly he scanned his room for Arabic and found the snake curled tightly around Harry's bedpost, his muscles tensed, eying Harry warily.
Immediately Harry relaxed a little, his green eyes loosing a little bit of its hardness, a bit of warmth creeping back into them. Slowly Harry held out his arm to his friend, smiling a little bit, knowing in the back of his mind how terrible and horrifying he must look to Arabic right now. Still, Arabic hesitantly slithered onto Harry's arm and relaxed a little bit.
Harry pulled open his door and strode down the creaky steps, his black robes he had just changed into billowing out behind him like some evil overlord out to dominate the world.
Harry walked quickly passed the living room and out the door, not wanting to see the dead faces of his last blood relatives. Quickly Harry pulled open the oak door and walked outside.
The air was thick and suffocating outside. Everything was still and overcast, as if waiting for something. But Harry didn't wait an instant. He quickly walked over to the curb and set his luggage down on the dusty sidewalk. He closed his eyes firmly and concentrated hard. He stood there for sometime, his eyes closed, a look of total concentration on his pale face. The air became heavier still and Harry's black robes hung, unmoving, on Harry's slight form, almost as if they were made of stone instead of fabric. Then, slowly, the air became lighter and a slight breeze rippled around Harry, making his robes stir a little. Then, suddenly Harry was gone. He had simply disappeared, leaving no trace of him behind.
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Harry cautiously opened his eyes, afraid of what he might find. But to his utter astonishment it had worked! Harry stood right outside of Honeydukes, in the middle of Diagon Alley.
Harry felt his spirits rise, a large smile appearing suddenly on his face.
He had actually done it! One second Harry was standing just outside his Uncles house, the next he was in Diagon Alley. Harry had apperated!
He breathed a huge sigh of relief, Harry had been sure he would splinch himself, the 5th years had only had a brief overview of Apperating last year and Harry hadn't been sure he had remembered it all.
Quietly Harry slipped into the basement of Honeydukes, carrying his luggage awkwardly. Slowly Harry stepped into the secret tunnel leading to Hogwarts. Soon he would be home again!
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Harry walked slowly through the tunnel, bent almost double so as not to hit the roof of the narrow tunnel. He had been walking like this for what seemed like ages! Dirt fell from the ceiling, littering Harry's already dirty hair with more dirt clods. His arms ached horribly from carrying the heavy suitcases for so long, and Harry was sure his back was about to break.
Finally the narrow tunnel slanted upward and Harry reached the end of the tunnel.
"Thank God!" Harry groaned, throwing his luggage out of the narrow entrance into Hogwarts and slowly climbing out after it.
"Damn, whoever made that tunnel could have made the ceiling a little farther up! Its really hard to bent over for so long." Harry muttered to himself, quickly brushing the dirt and sticks from his black hair and straightening his back.
"Is it now? Well, I'll have to look into that then Harry." Said a warm, voice behind Harry.
Immediately Harry spun around, his eyes wide and a faint blush appearing on his cheeks.
Dumbledore stood a little ways away from Harry, his blue eyes twinkling merrily, an amused smile peeking out between his long white beard.
"Er, yes sir...It is."
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AN: ok ok, I know! I am sooooo sorry this took such a long time to come out, and I know its not the best written chapter, but I'm suffering from a severe case of writers block and I felt that I had to put /something/ out, so here it is. I cant promise the next chapter will be out soon, because last time I did and look what happened, but I can say that I will try hard to make it better written, no matter how hard it is! I am experimenting right now on different styles of writing, so don't be surprised if the next one is in a different style! Please be faithful reviewers and review! I REALLY need some help here right now, my creative mind is slowly dying!!!!!!!!!! If you read this, could u put a little tiny review please?! I need some encouragement! Thanx for being so patient!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: While I'm sure everyone thinks I am the infamous J.K Rowling, I am sorry to disappoint you but I assure you, I am not. Likewise the Harry Potter characters do not belong to me. Thank you.
A/N: Yes, yes, I know, I admit it, I haven't been writing! Sorry!!!! I have had an enormous amount other things to do this quarter, tons of Homework, not to mention midterms. Plus I got a new computer, which delayed my writing further, so again, sorry. I don't usually take so long to get 1 chapter up!
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He had lost, and he knew what it meant to lose to Voldemort...Death.
Harry knew he should be terrified, maybe see his life flash before his eyes or something, but he wasn't. He felt a little stunned, a little sad, but the dominant emotion was anger. He knew with an awful certainty that if he had his wand, he wouldn't attack to injure. No Harry would attack to kill.
Slowly Harry straightened his back, and stood, facing Voldemort. His green eyes were chips of green ice, cold and merciless. His face was set with determination, so different than the look of fear Voldemort was used to getting from his enemy. Voldemort's red, watery eyes showed, for an unmistakable second, surprise touched by a bit of fear. Then he sneered, his slanted eyes devoid of emotion once more.
"So Harry, you have finally decided to go on offence after all these years of running from me. So sorry that your wand was captured before you could try a second spell, but that's life." Voldemort's voice was smooth and hypnotizing, but Harry didn't miss a beat.
"You should be glad you got my wand right now, who knows, maybe we could have forced some more ghosts out of your wand like last time. I didn't see you looking to smug then." Harry's voice was deliberate, challenging. Voldemort's sneer grew wider, mocking, but Harry wasn't looking at his sneer, he looked evenly into Voldemort's eyes. And was rewarded by a flash of anger. Harry smiled inwardly. He had found some valuable information about Voldemort. No matter how sinister he was, he couldn't keep all emotion from his eyes.
"Nice comeback Harry." Voldemort sneered. "I see you have been practicing. But I don't intend to make the same mistake I did last time, I should have simply killed you, but I still say that's too easy. But don't worry Harry, my next plan will be marvelous. You will die slowly, agonizingly and helplessly."
Harry almost snorted. Voldemort sure liked making speeches, still Harry was a more than a little worried about this speech. Voldemort had really already caught him so he didn't have much chance of escape.
"Don't worry though Harry, you won't die yet. In fact, you won't die for quite awhile. I shall bring you to my meeting spot and there you shall be tortured. You have felt the crutacious curse quite a few times if I remember correctly. Well don't you worry, I have spells that hurt 20 times more. Spells that make you wish you were dead before they begin. Spells that burn you to ash, yet keep you alive, spells that feel as if you have been stabbed all over as you slowly bleed to death. They will go on forever, timeless agony. But still, you won't die. For after these spells, your physical body will be exhausted, but if I know you Potter, your mind will still be strong. You try too hard to be a hero, you will survive because you feel you must. This has always been one of the reasons you have escaped me Potter, but not this time. It will be your downfall. You try to carry other peoples burdens too often Potter. You feel used and worthless. Already you have tried to kill yourself for this very reason. But after many nights full of nightmares and days full of guilt, you will be weak. So weak Harry." Voldemort's voice was full of triumph. He knew, as did Harry, that this plan would work. Harry was usually very strong-minded. But he had fits of depression and anger that almost nobody could help him with. And there would be nobody to help him. Harry's shoulders slumped a little, his emerald eyes lost its determination, slowly giving way to fear and defeat. But Voldemort wasn't finished yet.
"This whole time Harry, the whole wizarding world will be in an uproar. Harry Potter will be missing, the only one who could escape Voldemort. They will be frantic Harry, looking everywhere for you. But finally, after many months they will give up. You will be dead to them Harry. Now imagine how your friends will feel, cleaning out your room, crying for their dead friend, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you could be still alive. Then, imagine their surprise when they find a note, a note that had not been found by the Aurors or ministry of magic. You have been captured by Voldemort, but don't worry, he will wait a very long time before killing Harry Potter.
Your friends are so loyal Harry. I am willing to bet they don't even tell anybody where they are going. Imagine their happiness in seeing you, tied up sure, but alive. Can't you just imagine Hermione running towards you with Ron close behind. Just before they are stabbed Harry. Wont that be fun, seeing your friends bleed to death in front of your very eyes? I'm sure it will be a life-changing experience Harry. Very life-changing." Voldemort's smirk got wider still. He knew he had won now, Harry would be devastated. This would be the ultimate torture. He looked towards the boy who had constantly escaped him, expecting to see defeat, pain and sorrow in his eyes. Harry Potter was so predictable. But Harry didn't have his head down, his eyes cast down, his shoulders shaking as Voldemort had expected.
Harry felt his blood boil, his hands clenched once more into fists. He didn't mind much if he died, although the way he would sounded quite awful, but Voldemort couldn't kill his friends like that without Harry putting up a fight. Hermione and Ron would not be killed just because they had chosen to befriend the boy-who-lived. They already had enough trouble with reporters and such. Harry slowly raised his head and looked into Voldemorts face. His eyes held a new light then before. Something in Harry suddenly snapped. Ever since second year, Harry had looked at Voldemort as a boy who had grown up wrong. He had always seen Tom grown up into someone twisted, someone evil. But he had also seen Tom as a boy.
This had broken the connection. Tom was somebody else to Harry, a boy who just happened to grow up into this man. They were no longer connected in Harry's head. And Harry felt a surge of Hatred so deep it scared him. He thought he knew how it felt to hate when he learned about Peter. But even then he remembered how Peter was his parents friend.
Voldemort was nothing to him except this man right here. This man who had made his life a living hell. This man who wanted to kill his friends, who would kill his friends.
Suddenly Harry felt something inside himself give way. Magic swept through his bloodstream like a tidal wave, causing his whole body to go numb and tingle with newfound strength. Harry stiffened visibly, his hands clenched, his nails digging into the palm of his sweaty hand. It felt like he was struck by lightning, the scar on his forehead suddenly glowed a red-gold. Then it was over and all Harry could feel was power and hatred.
Slowly Harry raised his head and looked straight at the other man. His green eyes that had always been so kind, so compassionate held a new light. They were a dark, glowing green, gold specks of power running through them. An inner light seemed to come from them. Voldemort suddenly seemed a little nervous.
Harry smiled a cold, merciless smile. His whole body radiated in anger and power. Voldemort tried to smirk back, but Harry, knowing that Voldemorts true feelings showed in his eyes, saw worry mixed with a bit of fear. Voldemort calmly reached for his wand and held it at Harry, his hand steady.
"/Crucio!/"
Harry jumped easily to the side, his eyes never leaving Voldemorts. Again Harry saw a look of uneasiness appear in his enemy's eyes. But now it was Harry's turn. Without a second thought, Harry raised his hand steadily, pointing straight at Voldemort's head.
"/Limperagro!/" Harry said again, his voice steady and collected. His eyes flashed for a second, shining with some inner power. Then suddenly a gold light came from his outstretched hand, coming with more force then it had when Harry had used his wand. Voldemort looked at Harry, stunned, before being smashed by the gold light with such force his body flew into the wall almost a foot behind him.
Harry watched in grim satisfaction as Voldemort's head hit the wall with a resounding crack. He hadn't killed Voldemort, the only spell he knew how to do that was Avada kadavra and he wasn't about to say that one, no matter how mad he was. Instead he had given Voldemort visions, nightmares, all over his worst fears. He had filled the mans mind with all the depressing and awful memories Voldemort had ever had. Harry knew how awful this spell must feel, he imagined it would be a lot like he had felt when he was depressed, like he was caught in a vacuum of emptiness, being sucked in without any reason to resist.
Harry smiled mirthlessly and quickly started packing his bags. He threw his clothes into an empty suitcase without really realizing what he was doing, his mind had gone on mechanical, not really letting Harry feel any emotions, not letting him grasp reality yet. Instead Harry was stuck in the moment, his eyes still hard and glowing from passion and anger, his stance tall and foreboding. In less then 10 minutes Harry had packed everything and stood at his door, his old, shabby suitcase in one hand, Hegwig's cage in the other. Quickly he scanned his room for Arabic and found the snake curled tightly around Harry's bedpost, his muscles tensed, eying Harry warily.
Immediately Harry relaxed a little, his green eyes loosing a little bit of its hardness, a bit of warmth creeping back into them. Slowly Harry held out his arm to his friend, smiling a little bit, knowing in the back of his mind how terrible and horrifying he must look to Arabic right now. Still, Arabic hesitantly slithered onto Harry's arm and relaxed a little bit.
Harry pulled open his door and strode down the creaky steps, his black robes he had just changed into billowing out behind him like some evil overlord out to dominate the world.
Harry walked quickly passed the living room and out the door, not wanting to see the dead faces of his last blood relatives. Quickly Harry pulled open the oak door and walked outside.
The air was thick and suffocating outside. Everything was still and overcast, as if waiting for something. But Harry didn't wait an instant. He quickly walked over to the curb and set his luggage down on the dusty sidewalk. He closed his eyes firmly and concentrated hard. He stood there for sometime, his eyes closed, a look of total concentration on his pale face. The air became heavier still and Harry's black robes hung, unmoving, on Harry's slight form, almost as if they were made of stone instead of fabric. Then, slowly, the air became lighter and a slight breeze rippled around Harry, making his robes stir a little. Then, suddenly Harry was gone. He had simply disappeared, leaving no trace of him behind.
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Harry cautiously opened his eyes, afraid of what he might find. But to his utter astonishment it had worked! Harry stood right outside of Honeydukes, in the middle of Diagon Alley.
Harry felt his spirits rise, a large smile appearing suddenly on his face.
He had actually done it! One second Harry was standing just outside his Uncles house, the next he was in Diagon Alley. Harry had apperated!
He breathed a huge sigh of relief, Harry had been sure he would splinch himself, the 5th years had only had a brief overview of Apperating last year and Harry hadn't been sure he had remembered it all.
Quietly Harry slipped into the basement of Honeydukes, carrying his luggage awkwardly. Slowly Harry stepped into the secret tunnel leading to Hogwarts. Soon he would be home again!
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Harry walked slowly through the tunnel, bent almost double so as not to hit the roof of the narrow tunnel. He had been walking like this for what seemed like ages! Dirt fell from the ceiling, littering Harry's already dirty hair with more dirt clods. His arms ached horribly from carrying the heavy suitcases for so long, and Harry was sure his back was about to break.
Finally the narrow tunnel slanted upward and Harry reached the end of the tunnel.
"Thank God!" Harry groaned, throwing his luggage out of the narrow entrance into Hogwarts and slowly climbing out after it.
"Damn, whoever made that tunnel could have made the ceiling a little farther up! Its really hard to bent over for so long." Harry muttered to himself, quickly brushing the dirt and sticks from his black hair and straightening his back.
"Is it now? Well, I'll have to look into that then Harry." Said a warm, voice behind Harry.
Immediately Harry spun around, his eyes wide and a faint blush appearing on his cheeks.
Dumbledore stood a little ways away from Harry, his blue eyes twinkling merrily, an amused smile peeking out between his long white beard.
"Er, yes sir...It is."
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AN: ok ok, I know! I am sooooo sorry this took such a long time to come out, and I know its not the best written chapter, but I'm suffering from a severe case of writers block and I felt that I had to put /something/ out, so here it is. I cant promise the next chapter will be out soon, because last time I did and look what happened, but I can say that I will try hard to make it better written, no matter how hard it is! I am experimenting right now on different styles of writing, so don't be surprised if the next one is in a different style! Please be faithful reviewers and review! I REALLY need some help here right now, my creative mind is slowly dying!!!!!!!!!! If you read this, could u put a little tiny review please?! I need some encouragement! Thanx for being so patient!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!