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Chapter Two – Against My Will
By Darkness-Nightfall
"Hello Harry, We have lots of catching up to do."
"No I don't think we do." Harry replied, shoving the spindly hand off his shoulder, glaring at the man who stood in the doorway.
"Harry, you're manners haven't changed. Now, you're to come with me." Voldemort said, tightening his grip on Harry's shoulders, forcing him to be dragged as Voldemort moved out of the doorway.
Harry didn't preferably like to be dragged along the floor. It reminded him of Aunt Marge's dog pulling him along, biting his ankles.
He stammered and stumbled, before finally pulling himself from Voldemort's grip and walking by himself.
"And what do you want with me?" He sneered, looking at the older, deformed man, leering at him.
"Thought you would have known Harry, considering the things I've heard about you. I want to defeat Dumbledore, and you are my tool to do so. My weapon. No one else can do it, so I need you." He stopped on the pathway and turned to Harry, who was quite taken aback.
"Why would I ever betray Dumbledore?" Harry asked, more to himself.
"I know what you were thinking last year, about Dumbledore not telling you anything, and I'm here to right whatever he's done."
"I'll never be with you, I'm barely tolerating being near you." Harry's eyes flashed- it was true- he was barley tolerating this; his scar was blocking his vision.
Voldemort obviously noticed this because his red eyes narrowed. Harry had forgotten that he was skilled in Legilimens and Occlumency.
"Harry, don't make me force you into coming with me. If you come willingly, there will be no pain, if not, well, we will have to see." He eyed Harry, trying to intimidate him.
"No. I'm not coming. I'd rather live in this hellhole with the Dursley's than within a two mile radius of you."
"Harry, first impressions are always the best, and this one is not the one I wanted to see from you." Pulling out his wand, he thrust it at Harry, who was quite taken aback.
Harry made an attempt to grab his from his pocket was wasn't quick enough, for Voldemort had already shoved his at Harry's chest.
"You have two choices Potter- die like you weak family before you, or come with me." Both choices did not appeal to Harry, but he didn't fancy dying on the lawn of Four Privet Drive.
"Don't make me do this Potter." He raised his wand and muttered under his breath.
'Crucio.' Harry held in screams. The curse had the effects of toys with his brain, believing him into feeling something similar to his bones being on fire.
He fell to his knees and crumpled up, rolling around. He bit his lip, hoping Voldemort wouldn't see through to his real thoughts, so he made an attempt at shutting out his mind.
Voldemort lifted his wand, releasing Harry from the spell. He lay on the ground, twitching.
"Will you come with me now Harry? Come on, there's nothing to be afraid of."
"I'll never come with you. Ever." Harry muttered through the after effects of the curse.
"Are we playing that game again Harry?" He mused, shifting his eyes over the boy's curled up body.
'Crucio.' Harry felt a wave of pain shoot through his body. He lay, squirming on the ground, as if he had no control over his body.
At one stage, he bumped into Uncle Vernon's car while under the Crucio curse. Voldemort only laughed at this, short raspy, evil laughs.
"So will Harry join me?" He asked once again, taking the curse off the boy.
"No. I'll never give in. You killed my parents. I'll never forgive you for that." Thought Harry, too tired to actually speak the words.
Voldemort's expression changed to one of immense hate as he picked up Harry's thoughts.
"I killed your parents because they got in the way." He said, with absolutely no emotion.
Harry lay on the floor, completely drained. His eyes were closed, head lulling back as he leaned against Uncle Vernon's car.
"Do you have any idea what you've put me through? Absolute Hell. Pure Hell. You killed every loving family member I had that I ever cared about. I can't believe the image you have about muggles. You are a sick, demented man." Harry knew he'd regret those words as he saw Voldemort's expression change once again. His eyes narrowed even more, so only small glints of red were visible.
"You will regret that Harry. I will make you regret that," He said coldly, stunning Harry and then holding onto him, apparating with a loud crack.
A/N: Okay, thanks guys for the reviews! I'm proud, lol. Anyways, hope you liked this chapter.
Chapter Two – Against My Will
By Darkness-Nightfall
"Hello Harry, We have lots of catching up to do."
"No I don't think we do." Harry replied, shoving the spindly hand off his shoulder, glaring at the man who stood in the doorway.
"Harry, you're manners haven't changed. Now, you're to come with me." Voldemort said, tightening his grip on Harry's shoulders, forcing him to be dragged as Voldemort moved out of the doorway.
Harry didn't preferably like to be dragged along the floor. It reminded him of Aunt Marge's dog pulling him along, biting his ankles.
He stammered and stumbled, before finally pulling himself from Voldemort's grip and walking by himself.
"And what do you want with me?" He sneered, looking at the older, deformed man, leering at him.
"Thought you would have known Harry, considering the things I've heard about you. I want to defeat Dumbledore, and you are my tool to do so. My weapon. No one else can do it, so I need you." He stopped on the pathway and turned to Harry, who was quite taken aback.
"Why would I ever betray Dumbledore?" Harry asked, more to himself.
"I know what you were thinking last year, about Dumbledore not telling you anything, and I'm here to right whatever he's done."
"I'll never be with you, I'm barely tolerating being near you." Harry's eyes flashed- it was true- he was barley tolerating this; his scar was blocking his vision.
Voldemort obviously noticed this because his red eyes narrowed. Harry had forgotten that he was skilled in Legilimens and Occlumency.
"Harry, don't make me force you into coming with me. If you come willingly, there will be no pain, if not, well, we will have to see." He eyed Harry, trying to intimidate him.
"No. I'm not coming. I'd rather live in this hellhole with the Dursley's than within a two mile radius of you."
"Harry, first impressions are always the best, and this one is not the one I wanted to see from you." Pulling out his wand, he thrust it at Harry, who was quite taken aback.
Harry made an attempt to grab his from his pocket was wasn't quick enough, for Voldemort had already shoved his at Harry's chest.
"You have two choices Potter- die like you weak family before you, or come with me." Both choices did not appeal to Harry, but he didn't fancy dying on the lawn of Four Privet Drive.
"Don't make me do this Potter." He raised his wand and muttered under his breath.
'Crucio.' Harry held in screams. The curse had the effects of toys with his brain, believing him into feeling something similar to his bones being on fire.
He fell to his knees and crumpled up, rolling around. He bit his lip, hoping Voldemort wouldn't see through to his real thoughts, so he made an attempt at shutting out his mind.
Voldemort lifted his wand, releasing Harry from the spell. He lay on the ground, twitching.
"Will you come with me now Harry? Come on, there's nothing to be afraid of."
"I'll never come with you. Ever." Harry muttered through the after effects of the curse.
"Are we playing that game again Harry?" He mused, shifting his eyes over the boy's curled up body.
'Crucio.' Harry felt a wave of pain shoot through his body. He lay, squirming on the ground, as if he had no control over his body.
At one stage, he bumped into Uncle Vernon's car while under the Crucio curse. Voldemort only laughed at this, short raspy, evil laughs.
"So will Harry join me?" He asked once again, taking the curse off the boy.
"No. I'll never give in. You killed my parents. I'll never forgive you for that." Thought Harry, too tired to actually speak the words.
Voldemort's expression changed to one of immense hate as he picked up Harry's thoughts.
"I killed your parents because they got in the way." He said, with absolutely no emotion.
Harry lay on the floor, completely drained. His eyes were closed, head lulling back as he leaned against Uncle Vernon's car.
"Do you have any idea what you've put me through? Absolute Hell. Pure Hell. You killed every loving family member I had that I ever cared about. I can't believe the image you have about muggles. You are a sick, demented man." Harry knew he'd regret those words as he saw Voldemort's expression change once again. His eyes narrowed even more, so only small glints of red were visible.
"You will regret that Harry. I will make you regret that," He said coldly, stunning Harry and then holding onto him, apparating with a loud crack.
A/N: Okay, thanks guys for the reviews! I'm proud, lol. Anyways, hope you liked this chapter.