Fallen Angel
By: ninariddletales
"How many people are here?"
"Eight."
"Exllent, Harry. You're getting better. Who's in the center?"
"Percy?" Harry's voice quivered, unsure and scared. He was on his knees, his hands were tied, and he was blindfolded.
"How?" Percy started.
Harry's blindfold was roughly yanked off reveling he was at the head Death eaters circle next to Lord Voldemort, most of their faces were covered by hoods, except Percy who stood in the center.
"Very good, Harry." the dark lord grinned. "I'm sure you'll match my strength soon."
"What are you doing?" Harry yelled at the prefect Weasly.
"Percy Weasly." Voldemort started ignoring Harry's outburst. "You are about to become apart of the most powerful group of wizards in the world. In order to become a Deatheater you must kill the person of my choosing and bear my mark, so I may call whenever I please."
Percy reluctantly look at the deatheater behind him who nodded, "Yes, I understand, my lord."
Voldemort smiled as he glanced at a shaking Harry, did this boy think he was going to let this puny Weasly kill his property. Maybe he'd have to train Harry a little more. Harry felt frightened Percy wouldn't, how did he even become invited to this circle.
"Bring the sacrifice, Severus."
Snape dragged a young fighting girl and held her tight in front of Percy. Harry and Percy's face went pale as Ginny started yelling, "Percy, please. I'm your sister!! Professor Snape! Please, I'm your student help me. HARRY! Help."
Harry watched Percy turn around to the Deatheater he sought council from before, "Lucius, I can't-"
"Percy, look at me." Malfoy whispered. He said some other things that were only for Percy's ears. After he finished he kissed Percy on the cheek, turned him around and shoved him back into the center.
"Will you obey your lord's first request?" asked Voldemort.
Percy simply nodded and pulled his wand out.
"Percy! PLEASE! This man is crazy; remember everything our parents taught as..."
Ginny continued begging as Harry furiously tried to free his bound hands. He stood up from the ground.
"No, Tom. Why her she has nothing-" Harry begged.
"Do you not remember it was the Weasly's that put you in Azkaban?"
Harry felt as if his soul had been touched, and not in the good way. There wasn't much of a case against Harry except Ron and his family's testimony. Ron's dark words and Molly's crying on the stand thinking she'd let a murder in her house and associate with her children.
"No, Ginny didn't-" he was cut off again.
"She didn't speak out against you but she didn't speak for you. She knew you were innocent but did nothing!"
"HARRY, please. I'm sorry you must understand! Since the diary incident no one trusted me!!!"
"Harry," Voldemort whispered in his ears, "You can't save everyone."
"Ginny...Tom, please. I wish..." Harry looked away, "I..."
"Percy, please!!!Harry!!!Snape!!!"
Harry felt Snape's eyes on him and he spoke, "I see our hero is nothing."
"Severus!" Voldemort snapped, "Did I give you permission to speak."
"Forgive me, my lord."
"Harry, pay no need. Think of the pain on Arthur and Molly's face when they find out they're only girl is dead, and the other has joined me."
"I'm nothing..."
"Weasly." Voldemort started sharply.
"What curse do you wish me to use?" he whispered, still unable to believe what was happening.
"The Killing curse, of course." Voldemort grinned as he saw the ropes disappear on Harry's command, the boy was learning faster than he expected. With some more training he could be a great ally. He knew Harry was making the hardest deasion in his life, he knew the Gryffindor in Harry would want to run in front and take the blow which would be stupid. He also knew the Slytherin in him wanted to kill Percy for wanting to join the Deatheaters and for even thinking about hurting Ginny. Harry had no wand, he simply ran in front of Ginny her eyes were closed.
"PERCY!"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Harry shook his head, why was he remembering his now. Because he was near Ron. Guilt raked over him as he flew. Percy he had killed him, why hadn't he just knock him out. Because Voldemort would have killed him anyways. Ginny understood what he did he saved her and gained Voldemort's trust. Harry tried to kill him using his trust but he saw right threw it, torcuring him to the point of death that's when Dumbledore came. He had killed Percy...
"Harry!!"
Ron and his teammates watched in horror as Harry fell off his broom, pumbiting twenty feet. Damn, thought Ron, We have a game against Slytherin on Saturday. Since Ron was the Qudditch captain he dragged himself down to where Harry lay. Now that he needed the bastard he was unconscious.
"Harry, get up." He shook him lightly. Harry was sweating pretty badly his face looked like he was in pain. Harry's shelve was torn and his arms was bleeding. Ron kneeled down and looked at his arms. Harry hadn't cut it from the fall. Ron lifted up Harry's shelve to revle many self inflicted cuts.
"What the hell?"
"No!!" Ginny felt the green bright light surround her. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. She slowly opened her eyes, I feel alive. She gasped, Harry stood in front of her, he had no wand but his hands were stretched out. Percy lay lifeless. He leaned over and took Percy's wand from his dead body.
"Let her go, now." Harry whispered.
Voldemort grabbed Harry roughly forcing him to look into his eyes.
"Why?"
Harry flinched as he remembers his words, "Because now I have killed for you, and will join you. This girl will be the witness to the world. Please, I'll...serve you. If you let her go." He regretted his words and he didn't mean it. But he could never let Mrs. Weasly lose both Percy and Ginny it would have been cruel.
"Harry, you don't have to do this!!" Ginny screamed as the Deatheaters pulled her away.
"Yes, I do." he kneeled at Voldemort's feet and the dark lord smiled at Ginny as if to say I've won.
"You will never WIN!!!Never!"
"Wait!"
The few Deatheaters including Snape stopping from carrying the girl away.
"Let her and Potter have their goodbyes."
Snape relased her and she ran to Harry, "What are you doing? He'll kill you!"
"I'm already dead. Down inside, I was dead the second the told me I was going Azkaban because my friends turned on me. So what if I die. Than they can make out to be their stupid hero. I'd rather join the devil, than help them."
"Harry, you d-don't mean that." sobbed Ginny.
"Tell you mother and the Order I serve Tom Riddle now and that she should be grateful for what I did to Percy. He deserved to suffer and I gave him a painless one."
"Harry-"
"No, tell them they're golden boy is dead." his voice tuned to a whisper, "Don't worry..."
Ginny smiled but quickly wiped it off, crying again and yelling. "HARRY!"
As Ginny was dragged away Voldemort loosened his grip and traced Harry's face.
"I have one condition."
Tom wasn't surprised, "I understand, it would be oblivious to give you the Dark Mark since you can feel my presence at all times."
Voldemort realized his deatheaters were still in the room, he also saw the tears streaming down Lucius's face as he pulled his hood down.
"Lucius, remove this boy and return him to his family. This meeting is over."
The deatheaters left without a word Lucius cried as he scoped up Percy's body, what was their relationship?
"Harry," Tom Riddle leaned closer his breath upon Harry's lips.
"Tom."
"Listen, I could make you the most powerful wizard in the world. I...care about you. I want to train you. I want you to stand beside me. But I can only teach you if you meant what to learn. You so can still become my enemy, and became the stupid brave Gryffindor that's deep down inside you."
Harry felt confusion flush his cheeks, "I meant it. I killed for you. I will learn from you, but there's two things I don't understand. Who did I kill Percy? And don't you want to fulfill the prophecy?"
Voldemort grabbed Harry's hands and faced them palm up, "A wand is just to transfer the power in your body to the surface through the wand. It takes a very powerful wizard to produce that power. Second, the prophecy never said anything about turning my enemy. To me it sounded like kill or join. And I no longer want to kill you, I want you to be my heir."
"Your heir?"
"Do you accept?"
Harry knew he was probably going to make the biggest decision of his life.
"Remember your trial. How the spoke against you. Remember the hate in Ron's eyes, his words. They already think you're the enemy. Return died they will think you a hero, Return alive they will think you a killer."
Words filled Harry's head, "Did you ever think Mr. Potter might be dangerous?"
"Of course, we all did. Harry had murderous thoughts, we've never talked about it because we were all scared, intimated by him."
"Yes." Harry wiped the tears from his eyes, "Tom."
"Harry, I want you to be happy."
"Everyone knew he was a Parseltongue, and it made us fear for our lives." Ron spat.
"I will be happy, please, Tom." Harry laid his head on Tom's chest. "I killed him. I can never go back now."
"Your right, my fallen angel."
Note: Just because I used the title doesn't mean the fic is over. Uh, I really would like some reviews!! BUT I don't need them! !