Fallen Angel
By: ninariddletales
Note: Uh, I guess I'm not going to do slash, but if someone out there wants a slash chapter. I might put it up? Maybe. I'm kinda iffy about slash. But if you want it email me: Oh, and does anyone want to be my beta reader. Oh, and Voldemort looks younger I'll explain later And Harry has green eyes. Thanks to:
Harry's eyes fluttered open, he moaned as an unnamed pain raced through his head. His scar burned, why he didn't understand. He hadn't felt such pain in his head since he was kidnapped by Voldemort. Maybe kidnapped wasn't the right word. He had escaped from Azkaban the same way as Sirius, like his former godfather he had told no one about his transformation. He didn't know the Deatheaters would be there, waiting for him. They knew just like Harry that it would only be a matter of time before his escape.
"Where am I?" he asked himself as he rose realizing he was in a bed, and in the finest room he'd ever seen. There were many painting all of them were dressed in green, Slytherins. Harry than realized the whole darn room was green, with silk and satin all over the place including the sheets.
"How are you feeling?"
Harry sat up and looked by the fire where Voldemort sat in very large armchair he was dressed in blue robes, in his hands was a half read book. He wondered how long the dark lord had been there, judging by the almost dead fire he had been there for some time.
"You've been out for days."
"When-"
"After the meeting, you fainted."
Harry felt a blush creping up his cheeks, he had fainted. What was the world coming to? Ginny. Slowly it all rushed back, Percy and the Deatheaters,
Snape what was he telling the Order right now. Wait did he even care. His thoughts were disturbed, he couldn't even think straight, since his head was killing him.
"Oh, Vold...Tom, why does my head hurt it hadn't hurt before?"
Voldemort stood and made his way towards Harry.
"I'm sorry, I forgot." He placed his hand on Harry's forehead, "Mindios Charerm."
Suddenly the pain was gone, and Harry's thoughts were no longer clouded. Is this what Voldemort had been doing all along?
"Here." Voldemort opened a nearby trunk and handed Harry some green robes.
"What's with the green, Tom?" grinned Harry.
"They bring out the color in your eyes, your mother's eyes."
Anger rose threw Harry, he pushed Tom's hands away, and "How dare you speak about my mother?" He realized tears were in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, it's just..."
"Just what!" yelled Harry. He felt like all his anger was traveling through his body.
"Careful, Harry you wouldn't want to use too much power, you'll pass out again."
"What do you care?" Harry spat, he wasn't letting his anger die. Tom was glad; his anger needed to keep growing. Tom moved close taking Harry's face in his hands.
"I care more than you know."
Present
Finally, Harry thought, Ron knows what it's like to be alone. Someone, probadly Malfoy told the Minstry about Percy, the Deatheaters and the kidnapped Ginny. Ron had been as shocked as anyone but for some reason everyone threw him in Percy's lot since he hated Harry and Harry killed Percy. To some degree Harry felt sorry for Ron, but mostly he thought the git got what he deserved. The Slytherin vs. Gryffindor went fine, that is for Slytherin, Harry had passed out again. And a repeat of the thrid year happened. For some strange reason no one was mad at Harry probably because they were scared of him. They should be. No one understand. Not even Snape knew the power Harry had, he would take his and they would pay. Don't misunderstand he did care for his few friends, like Draco and Blasie, Ginny and her best friend Luna but mostly Neville strangly. Neville had proven himself above everyone. He wasn't as quiet as Harry thought a year had really changed him, as a year had changed Harry.
Past
"You're not focusing!" Tom yelled at an exhused Harry who stood with his hands strecrged out aiming towards a large pile of books.
"I am!" Harry shouted back, sweating was pouring down his face as he tried to get all his energy to his hands.
"Harry!" Tom yelled as he caught a weak Harry who's knees gave way.
"I'm sorry." Harry mumbled. "I just can't." He weakly let his muscules relax as Tom laied him down on the nearby couch. Harry's nose was bleedy from the overload but his lips was startung to bleed from an older but recent wound.
"Harry? Who hit you?"
Crap. thought Harry, he had been tryong he hide the cut all day but finally the dark lord had seen it.
"I knew it. I could feel you were hiding something. Now who hit you?"
"It's none of your dam busniess!" Screamed Harry as he shoved Tom away, the dark lord replied with a hard slap across the face causing his lips to bust open even more.
"H-Harry...I'm so sorry, I didn't, it was a re-"
"It's ok." Harry mummured, "I deserved it."
"No, you didn't." Tom said softly, wiping the blood from Harry's lip, whispering a healing spell resulting in his nose and lips to heal up.
"You should really learn to heal yourself." Tom mused.
"Yeah, well, if I could get these dam books to move, I'd be there already."
"You're trying way to hard, don't fight it." He slowly took Harry's wrist and pointed his hand towards the books. "Remember, the ropes, remember Percy don't ask them to move order it."
Harry closed his green eyes, and mumbled in his mind, move, move, move, move...nothing happened, I order you to move! The books obeyed moving from one side of the room to the other.
"It worked!"
"Of course it did."
Harry looked into Tom's eyes, they almost scared him he could see the longing in them, he really had worked very hard to train Harry and every day Harry felt more and more like he belonged. Maybe he was meant to make this deasion.
"Harry...It was Snape wasn't it."
Harry gasped, as he ordered the books to move he had left his mind open, Tom had a habit of looking in when you were weak.
"I see you're not denying it."
"What's the point?"
A evil smil came to the dark lord's face, "Excatly...Let me in."
Tom put his hands on Harry's head as the boywholived closed his eyes. The first thing Tom saw was Snape in the hallway with Harry.
"You can't stop me!" Harry yelled.
"You idoit, can't you see he's using you!"
"No he isn't, why don't you go back to the Order and tell them all about they're golden boy now. And when they throw me back in Azkaban you can be happy." Harry yelled.
"Don't you understand he want's to kill you!"
"And wouldn't you be happy if I was dead..." Harry spat but he couldn't finsh...Snape had slapped him and hard. He made no move to say he was sorry, he simply shook his head.
"Are you willingly to throw everything away on the man who killed your parents?" he simply asked as Harry turned around to walk back to his rooms.
"There's nothing left to throw away..."
Note: Sorry, I rewrote the third Chapter! But I really didn't like it. I'll update soon. Always,
Rebecca.
By: ninariddletales
Note: Uh, I guess I'm not going to do slash, but if someone out there wants a slash chapter. I might put it up? Maybe. I'm kinda iffy about slash. But if you want it email me: Oh, and does anyone want to be my beta reader. Oh, and Voldemort looks younger I'll explain later And Harry has green eyes. Thanks to:
Harry's eyes fluttered open, he moaned as an unnamed pain raced through his head. His scar burned, why he didn't understand. He hadn't felt such pain in his head since he was kidnapped by Voldemort. Maybe kidnapped wasn't the right word. He had escaped from Azkaban the same way as Sirius, like his former godfather he had told no one about his transformation. He didn't know the Deatheaters would be there, waiting for him. They knew just like Harry that it would only be a matter of time before his escape.
"Where am I?" he asked himself as he rose realizing he was in a bed, and in the finest room he'd ever seen. There were many painting all of them were dressed in green, Slytherins. Harry than realized the whole darn room was green, with silk and satin all over the place including the sheets.
"How are you feeling?"
Harry sat up and looked by the fire where Voldemort sat in very large armchair he was dressed in blue robes, in his hands was a half read book. He wondered how long the dark lord had been there, judging by the almost dead fire he had been there for some time.
"You've been out for days."
"When-"
"After the meeting, you fainted."
Harry felt a blush creping up his cheeks, he had fainted. What was the world coming to? Ginny. Slowly it all rushed back, Percy and the Deatheaters,
Snape what was he telling the Order right now. Wait did he even care. His thoughts were disturbed, he couldn't even think straight, since his head was killing him.
"Oh, Vold...Tom, why does my head hurt it hadn't hurt before?"
Voldemort stood and made his way towards Harry.
"I'm sorry, I forgot." He placed his hand on Harry's forehead, "Mindios Charerm."
Suddenly the pain was gone, and Harry's thoughts were no longer clouded. Is this what Voldemort had been doing all along?
"Here." Voldemort opened a nearby trunk and handed Harry some green robes.
"What's with the green, Tom?" grinned Harry.
"They bring out the color in your eyes, your mother's eyes."
Anger rose threw Harry, he pushed Tom's hands away, and "How dare you speak about my mother?" He realized tears were in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, it's just..."
"Just what!" yelled Harry. He felt like all his anger was traveling through his body.
"Careful, Harry you wouldn't want to use too much power, you'll pass out again."
"What do you care?" Harry spat, he wasn't letting his anger die. Tom was glad; his anger needed to keep growing. Tom moved close taking Harry's face in his hands.
"I care more than you know."
Present
Finally, Harry thought, Ron knows what it's like to be alone. Someone, probadly Malfoy told the Minstry about Percy, the Deatheaters and the kidnapped Ginny. Ron had been as shocked as anyone but for some reason everyone threw him in Percy's lot since he hated Harry and Harry killed Percy. To some degree Harry felt sorry for Ron, but mostly he thought the git got what he deserved. The Slytherin vs. Gryffindor went fine, that is for Slytherin, Harry had passed out again. And a repeat of the thrid year happened. For some strange reason no one was mad at Harry probably because they were scared of him. They should be. No one understand. Not even Snape knew the power Harry had, he would take his and they would pay. Don't misunderstand he did care for his few friends, like Draco and Blasie, Ginny and her best friend Luna but mostly Neville strangly. Neville had proven himself above everyone. He wasn't as quiet as Harry thought a year had really changed him, as a year had changed Harry.
Past
"You're not focusing!" Tom yelled at an exhused Harry who stood with his hands strecrged out aiming towards a large pile of books.
"I am!" Harry shouted back, sweating was pouring down his face as he tried to get all his energy to his hands.
"Harry!" Tom yelled as he caught a weak Harry who's knees gave way.
"I'm sorry." Harry mumbled. "I just can't." He weakly let his muscules relax as Tom laied him down on the nearby couch. Harry's nose was bleedy from the overload but his lips was startung to bleed from an older but recent wound.
"Harry? Who hit you?"
Crap. thought Harry, he had been tryong he hide the cut all day but finally the dark lord had seen it.
"I knew it. I could feel you were hiding something. Now who hit you?"
"It's none of your dam busniess!" Screamed Harry as he shoved Tom away, the dark lord replied with a hard slap across the face causing his lips to bust open even more.
"H-Harry...I'm so sorry, I didn't, it was a re-"
"It's ok." Harry mummured, "I deserved it."
"No, you didn't." Tom said softly, wiping the blood from Harry's lip, whispering a healing spell resulting in his nose and lips to heal up.
"You should really learn to heal yourself." Tom mused.
"Yeah, well, if I could get these dam books to move, I'd be there already."
"You're trying way to hard, don't fight it." He slowly took Harry's wrist and pointed his hand towards the books. "Remember, the ropes, remember Percy don't ask them to move order it."
Harry closed his green eyes, and mumbled in his mind, move, move, move, move...nothing happened, I order you to move! The books obeyed moving from one side of the room to the other.
"It worked!"
"Of course it did."
Harry looked into Tom's eyes, they almost scared him he could see the longing in them, he really had worked very hard to train Harry and every day Harry felt more and more like he belonged. Maybe he was meant to make this deasion.
"Harry...It was Snape wasn't it."
Harry gasped, as he ordered the books to move he had left his mind open, Tom had a habit of looking in when you were weak.
"I see you're not denying it."
"What's the point?"
A evil smil came to the dark lord's face, "Excatly...Let me in."
Tom put his hands on Harry's head as the boywholived closed his eyes. The first thing Tom saw was Snape in the hallway with Harry.
"You can't stop me!" Harry yelled.
"You idoit, can't you see he's using you!"
"No he isn't, why don't you go back to the Order and tell them all about they're golden boy now. And when they throw me back in Azkaban you can be happy." Harry yelled.
"Don't you understand he want's to kill you!"
"And wouldn't you be happy if I was dead..." Harry spat but he couldn't finsh...Snape had slapped him and hard. He made no move to say he was sorry, he simply shook his head.
"Are you willingly to throw everything away on the man who killed your parents?" he simply asked as Harry turned around to walk back to his rooms.
"There's nothing left to throw away..."
Note: Sorry, I rewrote the third Chapter! But I really didn't like it. I'll update soon. Always,
Rebecca.