He came to in an empty room. The venom apparently didn't kill, or it needed to be given in larger doses. He supposed he should count himself lucky.
Harry stood and walked shakily to the door, and jiggled the handle. Locked. He searched his robes. Not surprisingly, the two wands were no longer in his pockets. There were no windows, so he was stuck until someone let him out.
Harry sat down. There was nothing he could do; without furniture, he couldn't hope to break the door down. His body alone did not weigh enough to create such force.
He thought briefly about how to escape once the door was open, but couldn't focus. Once again, when he wanted to concentrate, images from the previous night came to haunt him.
He wasn't sure how long he sat there, staring into space and wondering about it. Could he have run from her instead? Or would he have died? He felt like retching when he realized there was no alternative. One girl could not matter when he faced he prospect of restoring several lives.
The door creaked open a crack. Harry stood at the sound, his muscles protesting at the sudden use. He didn't care though; he was going to get out.
He rushed at the doorway, violently ramming into the Death Eater standing there. But instead of falling over or stumbling, the Death Eater stood still, and grabbed Harry's shoulders.
"Escape without a plan is not wise, Potter."
Harry knew that voice. He glanced up sharply, straight into the glittering black eyes of his potions master.
"S-S-Snape." Harry stuttered.
"Close your mouth, Potter. You sound like a snake." The man pushed Harry into the room, and closed the door after he himself entered. "We have five minutes. Explain why you're here."
"My business is not yours." Snape scowled at Harry's response.
"Your business is mine, Mr. Potter, seeing as your actions have placed you in a highly dangerous situation. Why are you here?"
"Nagini bit me." Harry didn't really feel like going into the whole situation with Snape, so he avoided it.
"I know that, boy! That what got you caught!" Footsteps echoed outside of the room, and the doorknob turned. "Never mind." The door opened, and another Death Eater entered. The mingled fury and worry that had been on Snape's face smoothed into nothingness. "What is it?" he growled.
"Dark Lord wants the boy, Snape. Says your interrogation is cancelled."
"Very well. Follow me, Potter."
Harry did as he was told. He was getting out of the room and to Voldemort after all. 'Good.' he thought. He followed Snape through rooms, until they reached a familiar hallway. Harry knew what lay at the other end. But Snape unexpectedly pulled him into a corner.
"Listen, Potter. Try to delay him. I'll send for help, and hopefully Dumbledore will be able to rescue you again.'
"No."
"Are you mad, Potter? Dashing off to act the hero is not-"
"You don't know everything." Harry said, cutting him off. "I'm going alone. And if I die in there, I hope I prevent what's coming before I do." He left the startled man behind, and moved toward the door that led to Voldemort.
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"Harry Potter." Hissed a low voice as he entered. It came from a dark figure in the corner, turning something silver in its hands. A fire flickered in a fireplace on the opposite wall.
"Voldemort." Harry said simply, as he moved further into the room.
"Tell me, Potter…how did you come by my mother's wand?" Voldemort withdrew a familiar ebony wand from his robes. Riddle's wand.
"I took it from your daughter."
"I have no daughter."
"Not in this timeline, no." Voldemort's eyes widened. "Yeah, I know about your little toy." Harry said coldly. He glared into the red that had appeared so frequently in his dreams. His enemy said nothing, only handed him Riddle's wand. "I don't want a repeat of last time. May I presume you remember the rules of dueling?"
"Yes, but you aren't worth bowing to." Harry aimed the wand at the silver object still in Voldemort's hand. "Implos!" The object shattered. It was then Harry noticed that a small wooden box lay on a nearby table. To be safe, he aimed at it.
Before he could utter anything, a dreamy feeling came over him. 'Move away. Move away.' Harry threw it off easily, and laughed. "Won't work. Implos!" The box shattered, as did it's contents. Glittering sand flew through the air.
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry dodged, and the room dissolved around him.
A/N: Just a reminder - there are two endings to this fic, the original and an alternate one written later. Hope you enjoy at least one of them, if not both.