Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine! I am getting so bored of writing
that now.
Thank you all who reviewed!!!!!!!!!
Ghostcat - wow, you reviewed all the chapters.Thanks!
john - will try to do longer chapters in future.
Shakura Blossom - Nice to have you back!
Christina Lupin01442 - thank you
Kateydidnt - it is one of the many mysteries of the universe
Lil Lupin- Yeah, Poor Harry!
Katani Petitdra - VERY EVIL. Do you need a license to own an 'Evil Spork Of Doom?' (I was thinking of searching for one on E Bay to see what comes up!)
ABANDONED CHAPTER 13
Remus, who was still holding Harry, looked around anxiously "How far away is he?"
"He's close."
The door swung open. Three more Deatheaters entered. Two were carrying what a workbench type table, and one was using his wand to levitate a simmering cauldron into the room. There was a magical fire floating along under it.
The deatheaters stood around the cauldron and began chanting in a quiet monotone as they added more ingredients.
The three prisoners watched them warily. "What are they doin'?" Hagrid asked "Who knows" Remus replied.
The huge doors swung open again. Voldemort entered. Harry tightened his grip on Remus's robes. Remus peeled the hand off and held it.
Voldemort approached his servants and looked into the cauldron. "It is complete?"
"Yes master." Replied Malfoy "which power would you like first?"
Voldemort turned and surveyed the prisoners. His evil gaze lingered on Harry.
"Have the dementors left the fortress yet?"
"They have." Came Wormatails reply.
"Good. I would like to gain control of Potter's power before I speak to them. How is he to die?"
"If a fatal curse or potion is used the body takes longer to prepare. I would recommend a non-magical death if you want the power immediately"
Wormtail and another deatheater opened the cage door and wrenched it open. One of them pointed their wands at Hagrid and cast the 'impedimenta' charm so that he couldn't defend Harry.
Wormtail and another deatheater (Crabbe of Goyle - hard to tell which) pulled Harry from Lupin's protective grasp. Lupin fought and Wormtail punched him hard with the hand that Voldemort had given him, his expression unreadable.
Harry felt himself being dragged across the floor before being deposited at Voldemort's feet. Voldemort knelt down, a cruel smile twisting his face. Voldemort brought up one of his long-fingered hands and clamped it around Harry's jaw. He pulled Harry's face in the direction of his own and leaned forward so that the two faces were mere inches apart.
The pain in Harry's scar broke his resolve and he screamed in agony. The contact with Voldemort had a secondary effect; all of Voldemort's emotions went crashing into Harry's mind. The twisted hatred and arrogance was unimaginably powerful.
"So Harry Potter, this is how it ends. You are weak and broken. Pathetic."
Harry could feel the emotions of everyone else in the fortress. The other prisoners were terrified. Even Voldemort's followers were afraid of their master.
"And yet I remain strong and powerful. Malfoy! Give me your dagger!"
He held the dagger to Harry's throat. As Harry felt the cold metal, he knew, with a small measure of relief that this was it. He heard Hagrid and Lupin shouting in the background. They would be next.
As Voldemort slowly pressed down on the dagger he appeared to be savouring the growing trickle of blood that the dagger created as the skin on Harry's neck was broken. Harry wanted more than anything else at that moment for Voldemort to understand what it was like to suffer. He wanted it with a mad, intense, vengeful desire.
Voldemort suddenly looked at Harry as though shocked.
"Stop it!"
Voldemort had to know, to understand, for Lupin, Hagrid, Cedric, his parents and all of his victims.
"STOP!" Voldemort shouted. He was shaking hard; one hand clutching his head, the other still holding the dagger against Harry's neck. The deatheaters were running towards the door, wands drawn.
There was a loud crashing sound. Voldemort turned towards it furiously. His red eyes widened, the slit like pupils contracting. He quickly turned back to face Harry and in a swift sharp motion bought the dagger down, hard. Harry couldn't breathe. He tried desperately to fill his lungs but found that he couldn't.
When Harry awoke again he was in a warm bed. There were the sounds of quiet conversation around him. He opened his eyes. He could see several blurry figures standing near his bed. They were talking to a woman.
"So he'll wake soon?" this voice was male, it sounded worried
"I should think so. He still has a lot of recovering to do however."
Harry tried to reach out to a table beside his bed to retrieve his glasses. He could only lift his arm a couple of inches off the bed. He moaned quietly. The figures spun around. The woman (Madame Pomfrey?) walked up to the bedside and passed her wand over him. Seemingly satisfied she leant over and slid Harry's glasses onto his face.
Harry recognised the figures as Madame Pomfrey, Sirius, Lupin, Mrs Weasley, Ron, Hermione and Ginny.
"Good morning Mr Potter. How are you feeling?" Madame Pomfrey asked.
Harry did a quick self- assessment. "Dunno. Tired I guess."
"I've given you some powerful pain killers, so that's to be expected."
"How long have I been here?"
"you've been here for about a week now. The injuries were so severe I wanted to get a good head start in healing you before I allowed you to wake."
"Oh."
Madame Pomfrey bustled off and the others approached the bedside. They all sat down, looking concerned but also very relieved.
Remus was looking a lot better than he had last time Harry had seen him, although there were still some faint bruises littering his face. He held Harry's hand, a just as he had in the cage. Sirius held the other.
"I see you in here far too often Harry." Sirius complained gently
"I have a murderer after me, it's not like I deliberately go off and get myself hurt."
"I know."
"What happened? How did I get here? The last thing I remember." Harry tailed off
"When Dumbledore, the aurors and I got to Godric's Hollow I walked aimlessly around the museum as you for about twenty minutes waiting for the death eater to reveal themselves. Nobody did. I suspected that they had detected the invisible aurors and made a quick get away.
We all decided after half an hour to give up and return here. The aurors that had been stationed outside to protect you were all unconscious. One was dead."
Harry looked down at this, but Sirius carried on anyway.
"In the office the chair that you had been in was empty, the ropes cut." Sirius's eyes showed a haunted expression as he remembered it. "We had left you here for you're safety, and you were - captured. We worked on finding your location for days, until rumours were spread that something was wrong at Azkaban, that the dementors were leaving."
We all immediately travelled there. It was horrific being back there. We hacked our way through the deatheaters, retrieving prisoners. I was suspicious about how few they really were. Then I heard a scream."
Sirius paused, face even paler
"it was you. We stormed the room they were holding you in. Apparently there was a huge battle. I saw you crumpled on the floor. You were dying."
Sirius gulped "So I bought you straight back here."
"Voldemort?" Harry asked, dreading the answer
"He escaped with a couple of deatheaters. Our main priority was freeing prisoners. Still we have made an enormous dent in Voldemort's army. We may yet win."
Harry drifted back to sleep after hearing that Hagrid and Trelawney were still alive, exhaustion taking him over.
A/N I'll update soon!
Thank you all who reviewed!!!!!!!!!
Ghostcat - wow, you reviewed all the chapters.Thanks!
john - will try to do longer chapters in future.
Shakura Blossom - Nice to have you back!
Christina Lupin01442 - thank you
Kateydidnt - it is one of the many mysteries of the universe
Lil Lupin- Yeah, Poor Harry!
Katani Petitdra - VERY EVIL. Do you need a license to own an 'Evil Spork Of Doom?' (I was thinking of searching for one on E Bay to see what comes up!)
ABANDONED CHAPTER 13
Remus, who was still holding Harry, looked around anxiously "How far away is he?"
"He's close."
The door swung open. Three more Deatheaters entered. Two were carrying what a workbench type table, and one was using his wand to levitate a simmering cauldron into the room. There was a magical fire floating along under it.
The deatheaters stood around the cauldron and began chanting in a quiet monotone as they added more ingredients.
The three prisoners watched them warily. "What are they doin'?" Hagrid asked "Who knows" Remus replied.
The huge doors swung open again. Voldemort entered. Harry tightened his grip on Remus's robes. Remus peeled the hand off and held it.
Voldemort approached his servants and looked into the cauldron. "It is complete?"
"Yes master." Replied Malfoy "which power would you like first?"
Voldemort turned and surveyed the prisoners. His evil gaze lingered on Harry.
"Have the dementors left the fortress yet?"
"They have." Came Wormatails reply.
"Good. I would like to gain control of Potter's power before I speak to them. How is he to die?"
"If a fatal curse or potion is used the body takes longer to prepare. I would recommend a non-magical death if you want the power immediately"
Wormtail and another deatheater opened the cage door and wrenched it open. One of them pointed their wands at Hagrid and cast the 'impedimenta' charm so that he couldn't defend Harry.
Wormtail and another deatheater (Crabbe of Goyle - hard to tell which) pulled Harry from Lupin's protective grasp. Lupin fought and Wormtail punched him hard with the hand that Voldemort had given him, his expression unreadable.
Harry felt himself being dragged across the floor before being deposited at Voldemort's feet. Voldemort knelt down, a cruel smile twisting his face. Voldemort brought up one of his long-fingered hands and clamped it around Harry's jaw. He pulled Harry's face in the direction of his own and leaned forward so that the two faces were mere inches apart.
The pain in Harry's scar broke his resolve and he screamed in agony. The contact with Voldemort had a secondary effect; all of Voldemort's emotions went crashing into Harry's mind. The twisted hatred and arrogance was unimaginably powerful.
"So Harry Potter, this is how it ends. You are weak and broken. Pathetic."
Harry could feel the emotions of everyone else in the fortress. The other prisoners were terrified. Even Voldemort's followers were afraid of their master.
"And yet I remain strong and powerful. Malfoy! Give me your dagger!"
He held the dagger to Harry's throat. As Harry felt the cold metal, he knew, with a small measure of relief that this was it. He heard Hagrid and Lupin shouting in the background. They would be next.
As Voldemort slowly pressed down on the dagger he appeared to be savouring the growing trickle of blood that the dagger created as the skin on Harry's neck was broken. Harry wanted more than anything else at that moment for Voldemort to understand what it was like to suffer. He wanted it with a mad, intense, vengeful desire.
Voldemort suddenly looked at Harry as though shocked.
"Stop it!"
Voldemort had to know, to understand, for Lupin, Hagrid, Cedric, his parents and all of his victims.
"STOP!" Voldemort shouted. He was shaking hard; one hand clutching his head, the other still holding the dagger against Harry's neck. The deatheaters were running towards the door, wands drawn.
There was a loud crashing sound. Voldemort turned towards it furiously. His red eyes widened, the slit like pupils contracting. He quickly turned back to face Harry and in a swift sharp motion bought the dagger down, hard. Harry couldn't breathe. He tried desperately to fill his lungs but found that he couldn't.
When Harry awoke again he was in a warm bed. There were the sounds of quiet conversation around him. He opened his eyes. He could see several blurry figures standing near his bed. They were talking to a woman.
"So he'll wake soon?" this voice was male, it sounded worried
"I should think so. He still has a lot of recovering to do however."
Harry tried to reach out to a table beside his bed to retrieve his glasses. He could only lift his arm a couple of inches off the bed. He moaned quietly. The figures spun around. The woman (Madame Pomfrey?) walked up to the bedside and passed her wand over him. Seemingly satisfied she leant over and slid Harry's glasses onto his face.
Harry recognised the figures as Madame Pomfrey, Sirius, Lupin, Mrs Weasley, Ron, Hermione and Ginny.
"Good morning Mr Potter. How are you feeling?" Madame Pomfrey asked.
Harry did a quick self- assessment. "Dunno. Tired I guess."
"I've given you some powerful pain killers, so that's to be expected."
"How long have I been here?"
"you've been here for about a week now. The injuries were so severe I wanted to get a good head start in healing you before I allowed you to wake."
"Oh."
Madame Pomfrey bustled off and the others approached the bedside. They all sat down, looking concerned but also very relieved.
Remus was looking a lot better than he had last time Harry had seen him, although there were still some faint bruises littering his face. He held Harry's hand, a just as he had in the cage. Sirius held the other.
"I see you in here far too often Harry." Sirius complained gently
"I have a murderer after me, it's not like I deliberately go off and get myself hurt."
"I know."
"What happened? How did I get here? The last thing I remember." Harry tailed off
"When Dumbledore, the aurors and I got to Godric's Hollow I walked aimlessly around the museum as you for about twenty minutes waiting for the death eater to reveal themselves. Nobody did. I suspected that they had detected the invisible aurors and made a quick get away.
We all decided after half an hour to give up and return here. The aurors that had been stationed outside to protect you were all unconscious. One was dead."
Harry looked down at this, but Sirius carried on anyway.
"In the office the chair that you had been in was empty, the ropes cut." Sirius's eyes showed a haunted expression as he remembered it. "We had left you here for you're safety, and you were - captured. We worked on finding your location for days, until rumours were spread that something was wrong at Azkaban, that the dementors were leaving."
We all immediately travelled there. It was horrific being back there. We hacked our way through the deatheaters, retrieving prisoners. I was suspicious about how few they really were. Then I heard a scream."
Sirius paused, face even paler
"it was you. We stormed the room they were holding you in. Apparently there was a huge battle. I saw you crumpled on the floor. You were dying."
Sirius gulped "So I bought you straight back here."
"Voldemort?" Harry asked, dreading the answer
"He escaped with a couple of deatheaters. Our main priority was freeing prisoners. Still we have made an enormous dent in Voldemort's army. We may yet win."
Harry drifted back to sleep after hearing that Hagrid and Trelawney were still alive, exhaustion taking him over.
A/N I'll update soon!