Author: DemonicCharity
Title: Lost Boys
Rating: R for language.
Warnings: Slashy, but not to bad now. Will be H/D later tho. Don't like don't read. Don't send me flames for this reason!
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. If they were, I'd be rich, beautiful and would control all the children of the world because they love the characters so much. I'm just borrowing for the moment.
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
A/N: I just want to let you all know that this was delayed because I found that one of my best friends has cancer and doesn't have long to live. He's very special to me and I'm going to immensely miss him, but for now all I can do is pray and urge him to fight. Sorry this is late. I'll try to get one up every Wednesday from now on. Thanks.
Chapter 1: In The Beginning There Was One. . .
The wind blew his untrimmed black hair into his eyes again, but he made no move to brush the fringe away to clear his sight. Harry had long since ridden himself of his round glasses, throwing them away with his heart, aware that in a battle, losing his glasses could lose him his life. Also was the risk of touching his scar, which throbbed dully while his stomach did regular loops. Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle, was thrilled at the situation Harry was in at the moment. He was so sure that things would go his way, that Harry would turn and become a Death Eater and lick his boots. Harry Potter had news for him.
Voldemort finally chose to speak, making Harry grip his faithful wand all the tighter. His red eyes glowed dimly as the sun whispered it's final farewell to him, reluctantly letting the tips of the trees go. "I could make your every dream come true. . . . Bring Lupin and Black from the grave-"
"Funny," Harry said sarcastically, his emerald eyes narrowed to slits, "how you want to bring back the very people your responsible for killing. What's that all about? Having second thoughts, Oh-Great-And-Terrible Lord of Darkness?" His nostrils flared and his voice dropped down to a hate filled whisper. "How fucking dare you!"
"Please, Harry. Join my side. We could be invincible. Absolutely unstoppable! The world would tremble at our feet! Just let me help you, Harry. Call me Master. . . . Bow to me and I will be every thing you ever wanted!" The Death Eaters around him, shifted, but none dared to speak unless addressed by Voldemort.
"You really are deranged!" Harry snapped. "I'd have to be completely mental to do more than just bloody glare at you! The day I bow down to you-"
Voldemort's face contorted into anger, and all cautions and masks of gentleness, slipped for a moment. "Then you will die along with the other weak fools who refused to see true power!" The Dark Lords red eyes narrowed hatefully, but realizing his mistake, softened again, instantly. "But I don't want it to come to that, Harry. . . . You don't want it all to end either."
"So let me get this straight," Harry hissed, "You're now an expert on what I want as well? Here's a little piece of advice. Don't assume anything about me! There's no way I'll join you, Voldemort. You make me sick!"
"Please, Harry. I don't want to harm you. You're important to me," He seemed to smile, or what Harry assumed was a smile, as his features were so grotesque that one could never be totally sure. "I'm alive because of *you*, Harry. You are *MY* master!"
Harry felt his temper explode at those words. Those words that he dreaded with his entire being. "Thanks, but I don't need reminding of what I've done," Harry spat. "I know perfectly well that it's my fault that a monster is walking the streets, raving mad and trying to take over the world." His confidence seemed to grow as he continued yelling, reassuring himself that he would *never* bow down to him. "I don't know why every psychopathic Dark Lord in history has to try to talk over the world. . . . Don't you get it? *It never works!* And if it's not me who brings your arse down, someone stronger will!"
The creature with red eyes sighed softly, shaking his head a bit, but it was enough to let Harry know that his patience was wearing thin. That meant soon he would do something rash, maybe creating a narrow way of escape. "Don't be like this, Harry. I'm not a 'monster' or a 'psychopath,'" Harry snorted in disgust, but Voldemort continued as if there had been no interruptions. "You can't blame me for trying to purify the world, to make it a better place, Harry. Look at what your Weasley friend did-"
"Don't you even dare!" Harry hissed angrilly. "You don't even know what a true friend is! If he were a true friend he wouldn't have betrayed me for you! A-And speaking of traitors. . . ." Harry shifted uncomfortably, not really wanting Voldemort to know how much Draco had meant to him. "Where is he? What did you do with Draco Malfoy?"
"How many times are you going to ask me, Harry?" Voldemort asked the raven-haired young man, his eyes narrowed in jealousy.
"How many times are you going to avoid answering the question?" Harry countered.
"What does the traitor Malfoy mean so much to you?" Voldemort asked quietly. "Why do you ask about your worst school enemy? Why not Hermione Granger, your mudblood best friend?"
"You are one of the most hypocritical bastards that I know, and believe me, you had some serious competition from Draco. For the sake of the gods! You're as much of a mudblood as she is, and yet you preach purification! Do they," Harry motioned to the Death Eaters around him, "know that you're a filthy mudblood yourself?"
"Harry, please! Don't be this way. . . . I could give you anything you could want-"
"Give it a rest already," Harry shouted. "I don't want the power you could offer me! I'm not l-like Ron!" But Harry's voice broke, betraying the confidence he had been trying to hold for so long. He couldn't show weakness, not in front of Voldemort. But the mere memory of Ron. . . . He felt sick again. "I just want peace!" Harry said, quick to gain his recomposure. "Love! Somewhere I belong! A place to call home again!"
"I could-"
"No!" Harry hissed. "That's just it! You can't. You've taken those things away from me. First my parents, then Sirius! Then my friends. . . .a-and Hogwarts!" Harry took a shaky breath, but continued to hold his head high.
"You're wrong, Harry!" Voldemort whispered desperately. "I could offer you love! I could give you so much more than that pitiful excuse of a Malfoy! Don't you see how much alike we are? You have so much potential, Harry. Don't let it go to waste. Don't let it end this way!"
"Wrong again," Harry sneered. "I'm not like you. I'm not a liar and a murderer! And I never will be!"
"Really?" Voldemort asked more to himself than to the young man in front of him. "Is that so?" In his mind he already knew the outcome of this argument. But he would make sure that he wasn't the only one to lose. Harry Potter would suffer just as Draco Malfoy had. Harry gritted his teeth, waiting impassively as he watched Voldemort rise from his thoughts. "You're saying that if Weasley was standing here at your mercy, right now, that you wouldn't take revenge on him for betraying you?"
Harry looked very confused and venerable for a moment before letting his mask of hate slip back into place. "No." It was a simple answer, but Harry wasn't so sure that he believed himself. Would he kill Ron for betraying him? Had he changed that much since the war had started.
Voldemort raised his wand, eyes narrowed, "Wrong, Harry. I know what's in your heart. Don't lie. Crucio!"
Harry gasped and dropped to the forest floor, gasping for breath as he felt the liquid fire rushing through his veins, the invisible knives diving into his skin. "I think you're rather spoiled, Harry," Voldemort said with a smirk while watching the young man twist and turn unnaturally. "I think you just need a little bit of training, that's all." Voldemort laughed and released the curse, letting the raven-haired Griffindor rest for a moment before beginning the whole process over again. "Try again, Harry," he jeered, raising his wand once more, ready to strike.
"No!" Harry said as forcefully as he could, not wanting to give into Voldemort.
"Crucio!" Voldemort shouted once more, his face again contorting while the other Death Eaters waited in silence as Harry finally gave way to his screams of agony. "You selfish little brat! Things could have been different! I wasn't the one responsible for all their deaths! Who killed Sirius Black, Harry? Who was responsible that he showed up to save you from a false dream? Who?!" Voldemort let the pain stop and watched as the boy stilled, tears streaming down his dirty cheeks. "I offered you everything you could possibly want! *Everything!*"
Harry struggled to his feet, clutching his ribs that were screams from the pain of the last onslaught of raw agony. He staggered towards Voldemort, but was quickly put of by another blast of the previous curse. "How dare you defy me!" Voldemort shrieked over Harry's screams. "You're nothing with out me you ungrateful little sod! You *can't* kill me! Of all the times you've tried, here I am! And then we all see the great Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, short term Defeater of Voldemort, and Dumbledore's Golden Boy, his face in the dirt because he was too proud to see the truth. Too proud to chose life over and 'honorable' death!"
"Fuck you!" Harry spat, sitting up with a great deal of effort.
"Admit it, Harry Potter! Without my powers you wouldn't have survived past the age of twelve in the Chamber of Secrets! Without me, Potter, you are nothing! *Nothing!* Ther is no light without the darkness, no hope without despair! You are as much a part of me as I am you!"
"No!" Harry shouted desperatly. "I don't need you! It's your fault that my life is what it is!" He struggled to his feet, knowing that another wave of the pain he had previously felt, would leave him without enough energy to fight anymore "I don't need you! I don't!"
"Harry!" Voldemort quickly stopped him, knowing all to well that if he asked anything of Voldemort, he would have to grant it if it was in his power. He owed Harry a life debt, something he had over looked when he had used the boy's blood. "You don't know what you're saying! Please!"
"I know exactly what I'm saying!" Harry hissed. "You think that I belong to you because I accidently took some of your powers, don't you? *Don't you?!* Well, here's news for you!"
"Harry-"
"I."
"Please! I'll bring them back! All of them! It's in my power to do so!"
"Don't."
"I need you, Harry! I *LOVE* you!" Voldemort pleaded.
"Want."
"I'll give Draco to you! I'll give you peace! Just please don't-"
"Them."
"Harry! I'll be your slave! I do anything you wish of me! Just command me to do so!"
"Any longer!"
Voldemort stumbled backwards as if he had been stuck by a physical blow. The figures around silently knelt and bowed their heads, showing Harry reverence for what he had just told the Dark Lord. "You shall understand what you've just asked me, Harry. I will grant your request and never think of you again. You, however, will think of me every time you look at the boy you love. Remember what I offered you, Harry Potter. And remember that you refused."
Harry looked around as the circle of Death Eaters began spinning, slowly at first, then picking up speed. He felt the ground disappear below his feet, and a strange sense of calm came over him. He had won.
That was the last time anyone ever saw Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived.
Title: Lost Boys
Rating: R for language.
Warnings: Slashy, but not to bad now. Will be H/D later tho. Don't like don't read. Don't send me flames for this reason!
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. If they were, I'd be rich, beautiful and would control all the children of the world because they love the characters so much. I'm just borrowing for the moment.
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
A/N: I just want to let you all know that this was delayed because I found that one of my best friends has cancer and doesn't have long to live. He's very special to me and I'm going to immensely miss him, but for now all I can do is pray and urge him to fight. Sorry this is late. I'll try to get one up every Wednesday from now on. Thanks.
Chapter 1: In The Beginning There Was One. . .
The wind blew his untrimmed black hair into his eyes again, but he made no move to brush the fringe away to clear his sight. Harry had long since ridden himself of his round glasses, throwing them away with his heart, aware that in a battle, losing his glasses could lose him his life. Also was the risk of touching his scar, which throbbed dully while his stomach did regular loops. Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle, was thrilled at the situation Harry was in at the moment. He was so sure that things would go his way, that Harry would turn and become a Death Eater and lick his boots. Harry Potter had news for him.
Voldemort finally chose to speak, making Harry grip his faithful wand all the tighter. His red eyes glowed dimly as the sun whispered it's final farewell to him, reluctantly letting the tips of the trees go. "I could make your every dream come true. . . . Bring Lupin and Black from the grave-"
"Funny," Harry said sarcastically, his emerald eyes narrowed to slits, "how you want to bring back the very people your responsible for killing. What's that all about? Having second thoughts, Oh-Great-And-Terrible Lord of Darkness?" His nostrils flared and his voice dropped down to a hate filled whisper. "How fucking dare you!"
"Please, Harry. Join my side. We could be invincible. Absolutely unstoppable! The world would tremble at our feet! Just let me help you, Harry. Call me Master. . . . Bow to me and I will be every thing you ever wanted!" The Death Eaters around him, shifted, but none dared to speak unless addressed by Voldemort.
"You really are deranged!" Harry snapped. "I'd have to be completely mental to do more than just bloody glare at you! The day I bow down to you-"
Voldemort's face contorted into anger, and all cautions and masks of gentleness, slipped for a moment. "Then you will die along with the other weak fools who refused to see true power!" The Dark Lords red eyes narrowed hatefully, but realizing his mistake, softened again, instantly. "But I don't want it to come to that, Harry. . . . You don't want it all to end either."
"So let me get this straight," Harry hissed, "You're now an expert on what I want as well? Here's a little piece of advice. Don't assume anything about me! There's no way I'll join you, Voldemort. You make me sick!"
"Please, Harry. I don't want to harm you. You're important to me," He seemed to smile, or what Harry assumed was a smile, as his features were so grotesque that one could never be totally sure. "I'm alive because of *you*, Harry. You are *MY* master!"
Harry felt his temper explode at those words. Those words that he dreaded with his entire being. "Thanks, but I don't need reminding of what I've done," Harry spat. "I know perfectly well that it's my fault that a monster is walking the streets, raving mad and trying to take over the world." His confidence seemed to grow as he continued yelling, reassuring himself that he would *never* bow down to him. "I don't know why every psychopathic Dark Lord in history has to try to talk over the world. . . . Don't you get it? *It never works!* And if it's not me who brings your arse down, someone stronger will!"
The creature with red eyes sighed softly, shaking his head a bit, but it was enough to let Harry know that his patience was wearing thin. That meant soon he would do something rash, maybe creating a narrow way of escape. "Don't be like this, Harry. I'm not a 'monster' or a 'psychopath,'" Harry snorted in disgust, but Voldemort continued as if there had been no interruptions. "You can't blame me for trying to purify the world, to make it a better place, Harry. Look at what your Weasley friend did-"
"Don't you even dare!" Harry hissed angrilly. "You don't even know what a true friend is! If he were a true friend he wouldn't have betrayed me for you! A-And speaking of traitors. . . ." Harry shifted uncomfortably, not really wanting Voldemort to know how much Draco had meant to him. "Where is he? What did you do with Draco Malfoy?"
"How many times are you going to ask me, Harry?" Voldemort asked the raven-haired young man, his eyes narrowed in jealousy.
"How many times are you going to avoid answering the question?" Harry countered.
"What does the traitor Malfoy mean so much to you?" Voldemort asked quietly. "Why do you ask about your worst school enemy? Why not Hermione Granger, your mudblood best friend?"
"You are one of the most hypocritical bastards that I know, and believe me, you had some serious competition from Draco. For the sake of the gods! You're as much of a mudblood as she is, and yet you preach purification! Do they," Harry motioned to the Death Eaters around him, "know that you're a filthy mudblood yourself?"
"Harry, please! Don't be this way. . . . I could give you anything you could want-"
"Give it a rest already," Harry shouted. "I don't want the power you could offer me! I'm not l-like Ron!" But Harry's voice broke, betraying the confidence he had been trying to hold for so long. He couldn't show weakness, not in front of Voldemort. But the mere memory of Ron. . . . He felt sick again. "I just want peace!" Harry said, quick to gain his recomposure. "Love! Somewhere I belong! A place to call home again!"
"I could-"
"No!" Harry hissed. "That's just it! You can't. You've taken those things away from me. First my parents, then Sirius! Then my friends. . . .a-and Hogwarts!" Harry took a shaky breath, but continued to hold his head high.
"You're wrong, Harry!" Voldemort whispered desperately. "I could offer you love! I could give you so much more than that pitiful excuse of a Malfoy! Don't you see how much alike we are? You have so much potential, Harry. Don't let it go to waste. Don't let it end this way!"
"Wrong again," Harry sneered. "I'm not like you. I'm not a liar and a murderer! And I never will be!"
"Really?" Voldemort asked more to himself than to the young man in front of him. "Is that so?" In his mind he already knew the outcome of this argument. But he would make sure that he wasn't the only one to lose. Harry Potter would suffer just as Draco Malfoy had. Harry gritted his teeth, waiting impassively as he watched Voldemort rise from his thoughts. "You're saying that if Weasley was standing here at your mercy, right now, that you wouldn't take revenge on him for betraying you?"
Harry looked very confused and venerable for a moment before letting his mask of hate slip back into place. "No." It was a simple answer, but Harry wasn't so sure that he believed himself. Would he kill Ron for betraying him? Had he changed that much since the war had started.
Voldemort raised his wand, eyes narrowed, "Wrong, Harry. I know what's in your heart. Don't lie. Crucio!"
Harry gasped and dropped to the forest floor, gasping for breath as he felt the liquid fire rushing through his veins, the invisible knives diving into his skin. "I think you're rather spoiled, Harry," Voldemort said with a smirk while watching the young man twist and turn unnaturally. "I think you just need a little bit of training, that's all." Voldemort laughed and released the curse, letting the raven-haired Griffindor rest for a moment before beginning the whole process over again. "Try again, Harry," he jeered, raising his wand once more, ready to strike.
"No!" Harry said as forcefully as he could, not wanting to give into Voldemort.
"Crucio!" Voldemort shouted once more, his face again contorting while the other Death Eaters waited in silence as Harry finally gave way to his screams of agony. "You selfish little brat! Things could have been different! I wasn't the one responsible for all their deaths! Who killed Sirius Black, Harry? Who was responsible that he showed up to save you from a false dream? Who?!" Voldemort let the pain stop and watched as the boy stilled, tears streaming down his dirty cheeks. "I offered you everything you could possibly want! *Everything!*"
Harry struggled to his feet, clutching his ribs that were screams from the pain of the last onslaught of raw agony. He staggered towards Voldemort, but was quickly put of by another blast of the previous curse. "How dare you defy me!" Voldemort shrieked over Harry's screams. "You're nothing with out me you ungrateful little sod! You *can't* kill me! Of all the times you've tried, here I am! And then we all see the great Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, short term Defeater of Voldemort, and Dumbledore's Golden Boy, his face in the dirt because he was too proud to see the truth. Too proud to chose life over and 'honorable' death!"
"Fuck you!" Harry spat, sitting up with a great deal of effort.
"Admit it, Harry Potter! Without my powers you wouldn't have survived past the age of twelve in the Chamber of Secrets! Without me, Potter, you are nothing! *Nothing!* Ther is no light without the darkness, no hope without despair! You are as much a part of me as I am you!"
"No!" Harry shouted desperatly. "I don't need you! It's your fault that my life is what it is!" He struggled to his feet, knowing that another wave of the pain he had previously felt, would leave him without enough energy to fight anymore "I don't need you! I don't!"
"Harry!" Voldemort quickly stopped him, knowing all to well that if he asked anything of Voldemort, he would have to grant it if it was in his power. He owed Harry a life debt, something he had over looked when he had used the boy's blood. "You don't know what you're saying! Please!"
"I know exactly what I'm saying!" Harry hissed. "You think that I belong to you because I accidently took some of your powers, don't you? *Don't you?!* Well, here's news for you!"
"Harry-"
"I."
"Please! I'll bring them back! All of them! It's in my power to do so!"
"Don't."
"I need you, Harry! I *LOVE* you!" Voldemort pleaded.
"Want."
"I'll give Draco to you! I'll give you peace! Just please don't-"
"Them."
"Harry! I'll be your slave! I do anything you wish of me! Just command me to do so!"
"Any longer!"
Voldemort stumbled backwards as if he had been stuck by a physical blow. The figures around silently knelt and bowed their heads, showing Harry reverence for what he had just told the Dark Lord. "You shall understand what you've just asked me, Harry. I will grant your request and never think of you again. You, however, will think of me every time you look at the boy you love. Remember what I offered you, Harry Potter. And remember that you refused."
Harry looked around as the circle of Death Eaters began spinning, slowly at first, then picking up speed. He felt the ground disappear below his feet, and a strange sense of calm came over him. He had won.
That was the last time anyone ever saw Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived.