Harry awoke to feel a drenched pillow underneath his face. He tried to
lift his head up, but found that he didn't have the strength to do so. He
began to look around, but suddenly stopped when the room began to spin.
"Wh...where am I?" he muttered, rubbing at his face. His eyes jerked open
once more when he felt the huge gash down the left side of his face, but no
blood. Almost in a panic, he began looking himself over. There was no old
blood anywhere.
Quiet, Potter, the voice in his mind said irritably. That annoying squib woman found you.
"So, I didn't die, eh?" Harry asked the voice tauntingly. "Guess your plans didn't work out after all-Voldemort. And to think that someone like Mrs. Figg would be the one to foil you."
I admire you for your superior intelligence level, Potter, Voldemort sneered. But it's time for you to die now.
Harry began to feel again the strange sensation coming over him. He watched in horror as Voldemort somehow began to move Harry's limbs and make him climb out of bed and reach for his wand, which was on the table. Struggling, Harry tried to get control of his body once more, but his will was seriously weakened after the beating he had given-he winced-himself, last night. He refused to surrender, however.
"Quit it, you nasty freak," he hissed. "I don't think you want me to die."
Oh, quite on the contrary, Voldemort said in a manner used over tea. You have been quite the nasty thorn in my side ever since you were born. I'm going to kill you now, then take over your body and, in your name, begin to put my plan into action.
"And...what's that?" Harry growled, still struggling for control of his hand as it took up the wand and slowly began to point it at his face.
Why, you should know, Harry, I'm disappointed, Voldemort said. Think of all the things I could do in your body. No one would suspect that it was really my doing everything, now would they?
"You want to kill muggles," Harry said in realization. But to his horror the familiar high, cold laugh echoed in the chasms of his mind. Suddenly, he realized the laugh was escaping his mouth. He felt sick.
No, no, no. Simple Harry! Voldemort said, the wand now poised at Harry's face. He struggled to turn it away but it was useless. Think. Use your brain-or what's left that's in your control, anyways. Who would I be just DYING to kill?
"Very funny," Harry snapped bitterly. But just then realization hit him like a hammer on an anvil and his blood ran cold. "You want to kill Dumbledore."
Yes, very good, Potter, Voldemort said in a gleeful sneer. And now that you know, I can't have you blabbing my plans, can I? Not that anyone would believe you anyways. Goodbye, Harry. It's been fun.
Harry tried to let out a scream, but instead his mouth formed the words, "Avada Kedavra."
-So, how did you like it? I think the last chapter was a lot better horror wise, but there has to be the preliminary fluff before the action, right? Oh, and for Mafioso, you had told me that you thought the best horror stuff was without blood? Well, so far, this is my attempt at it.
Hope everyone is enjoying the story! And really, I'm a lot happier in real life. (
Quiet, Potter, the voice in his mind said irritably. That annoying squib woman found you.
"So, I didn't die, eh?" Harry asked the voice tauntingly. "Guess your plans didn't work out after all-Voldemort. And to think that someone like Mrs. Figg would be the one to foil you."
I admire you for your superior intelligence level, Potter, Voldemort sneered. But it's time for you to die now.
Harry began to feel again the strange sensation coming over him. He watched in horror as Voldemort somehow began to move Harry's limbs and make him climb out of bed and reach for his wand, which was on the table. Struggling, Harry tried to get control of his body once more, but his will was seriously weakened after the beating he had given-he winced-himself, last night. He refused to surrender, however.
"Quit it, you nasty freak," he hissed. "I don't think you want me to die."
Oh, quite on the contrary, Voldemort said in a manner used over tea. You have been quite the nasty thorn in my side ever since you were born. I'm going to kill you now, then take over your body and, in your name, begin to put my plan into action.
"And...what's that?" Harry growled, still struggling for control of his hand as it took up the wand and slowly began to point it at his face.
Why, you should know, Harry, I'm disappointed, Voldemort said. Think of all the things I could do in your body. No one would suspect that it was really my doing everything, now would they?
"You want to kill muggles," Harry said in realization. But to his horror the familiar high, cold laugh echoed in the chasms of his mind. Suddenly, he realized the laugh was escaping his mouth. He felt sick.
No, no, no. Simple Harry! Voldemort said, the wand now poised at Harry's face. He struggled to turn it away but it was useless. Think. Use your brain-or what's left that's in your control, anyways. Who would I be just DYING to kill?
"Very funny," Harry snapped bitterly. But just then realization hit him like a hammer on an anvil and his blood ran cold. "You want to kill Dumbledore."
Yes, very good, Potter, Voldemort said in a gleeful sneer. And now that you know, I can't have you blabbing my plans, can I? Not that anyone would believe you anyways. Goodbye, Harry. It's been fun.
Harry tried to let out a scream, but instead his mouth formed the words, "Avada Kedavra."
-So, how did you like it? I think the last chapter was a lot better horror wise, but there has to be the preliminary fluff before the action, right? Oh, and for Mafioso, you had told me that you thought the best horror stuff was without blood? Well, so far, this is my attempt at it.
Hope everyone is enjoying the story! And really, I'm a lot happier in real life. (