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This chapter is dedicated to Nel, one of my best friends.
CHAPTER TWO
Harry scrambled to the back of his room to find his wand. Harry had thought he would be safe here, at the Dursley's. What was happening??? What was Aunt Petunia doing??? Harry searched frantically for his wand but couldn't find it. He muttered every spell he could think of to aid his search, but, there was no denying it, his wand was not there. After realizing this in the back of his mind, Harry didn't stop searching, He looked harder. Voldermort was coming and Harry was defenseless.
After a few more minutes of frantic searching, Harry heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Harry looked around desperately at the scattered contents of his trunk which now littered his bedroom floor. It was hopeless. His wand wasn't here. He was going to die. Harry knew sending Hedwig was hopeless, she wouldn't reach the Order in time but he didn't want her to die. He ran over to Hedwig's cage, picked Hedwig up and unceremoniously threw her out the window. Harry then slammed the window shut so she wouldn't come back in.
Harry knew whoever was coming for him was almost at the door. Thinking desperately, Harry remembered the ring from Dumbeldore. Harry scrambled over to his bed, where he had dropped the box with the ring in it. Harry picked up the box, wrenched it opened and shoved the ring on his thumb.
Harry held back a gasp of surprise as the ring appeared on his wedding finger. Harry didn't have time to think particularly hard about it though, since an all too familiar voice muttered an incantation that made the door burst open. Harry gasped in Horror. Nothing that had ever happened in his life could have prepared him for what he saw in his doorway.
In the doorway stood three hooded, robbed and masked figures, all of which had their wands raised and pointed at Harry. The figure in front pulled their mask down and the others followed suit, saying nothing. It was the Dursleys. Aunt Petunia standing in front of Dudley and Uncle Vernon, glaring at Harry. "Looking for this?" she asked sneering, while holding up Harry's wand and waving it in his face.
Harry staring at Aunt Petunia, his mouth hanging open in shock, his hands hanging limply at his sides. How did she get his wand???? Petunia Dursley entered the room, sneer firmly fixed in place, her wand still raised. The shocked silence was broken by Aunt Petunia. "A sleeping Potion can work wonders you know. How else would we get you out of the way, to stop you from interfering, from getting help from the Muggle-loving fucks that dare call themselves wizards and witches??? No, we kept you here for the Dark Lord".
Petunia laughed as Harry flinched. Little did Petunia know that it wasn't her words that were causing Harry to flinch, but Harry's scar and ring were burning so badly that Harry was dizzy and felt the need to throw up, his head on the brink of bursting. Harry tried to focus on his Aunts words, Battling to stay conscious. He caught on to what his Aunt was saying "- attended Drumstrang. Lily didn't know though, not even my parents knew. I met Vernon at Drumstrang. Dudley attends Drumstrang, don't you Dud?" She stopped long enough to here a sneering voice that was Dudley answer 'yes'.
"We had to give up living in the magical community and give up magic just so that muggle-loving fuck Albus Dumbeldore would trust us to join the order as muggle spies. We had his trust of course, to take you in after the Dark Lords demise. We then directed operations for the Dark Lord rising. We were so disappointed when you came back after every year, always escaping the Dark Lord, always thwarting his plans. But you will not escape this time potter, He is coming." Her eyes flashed with glee at the thought of Harry trapped, helpless. Harry held back tears. He had always known that the Dursleys didn't love him or even like him, but he never thought they would betray him like this. Before Harry could stop himself he shouted "YOU DISGUST ME".
The Dursley's mood changed instantaneously. Their eyes narrowed dangerously. All three looked at each other.
Before Harry could react, all three Dursley's waved their wands at him muttered 'crucio'. The pain was instantaneous and horrifying. Every nerve and bone in his body was on fire, Harry held back screams of pain as he heard his bones breaking.
It seemed like hours before they lifted the curse of Harry, by then he couldn't move and he was in and out of consciousness. The pain in Harry's scar was intensifying with every second that passed by. Voldermort was here, he knew it.
Harry looked at the door in horror as he saw the skeleton like figure of a man with gleaming red eyes. He stepped over the threshold of the door and smirked at Harry. Harry was his. This was the day Harry Potter was brought into the world, and this was the day he was going to exit it. He looked at the helpless heap on the floor that was Harry. The Dursley's had spoiled his prize. After all three Dursley's were face down on the floor, Voldermort turned to Harry. Still smirking, he muttered 'crucio'. Harry could feel that Voldermort was putting all of his power into the curse. Harry couldn't stop the screams and sobs that escaped his throat. Harry knew he was going to die, he just knew it. Harry wanted to die, Voldermort always had the upper hand--he always would, Harry couldn't defeat him.
Voldermort finally lifted the curse and was stunned to hear an audible 'fuck you' from Harry Potter. How could he still be mentally stable??? Voldermort thought to himself. Voldermort, annoyed, raised his wand again, ready to perform the killing curse when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the one man he did not want to ever see again, cast the imobulas curse which he dodged easily.
He turned to find himself looking into the blue sparkling eyes of Albus Dumbeldore. Voldermort wasn't prepared. Albus was. Voldermort had a mere 5 deatheaters by his side (including the Dursley's) while had 20 or so members of the Order of the Phoenix. Voldermort had no choice. Before anyone could do anything, Voldermort disapparated, his deatheaters with him.
Dumbeldore ran over to Harry, the bravest boy he had ever known, the cleverest student at Hogwarts. Everything was now so complicated, Harry was still only a student and yet the truth had to be told, Action needed to be taken-that is if Harry lived. Dumbeldore checked Harry's pulse. It was weak, very weak.
Albus quickly apparated to Hogwarts, Harry securely in his arms. Albus quickly made his way up to the Hospital Wing, the Members of the Order in toe. He placed Harry gently on a bed in the hospital wing, Poppy buzzing around behind him. Just as Dumbeldore was about to move away, He saw that Harry had regained consciousness. Harry grabbed Dumbeldore on the wrist and whispered " I'm dying aren't I??? I want you to know before I go"- Dumbeldore looked on in horror as blood leaked out of Harry's mouth, Harry gasping for breath, managing to gasp out the remainder on his sentence "I love you". Harry's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he drew in his last breath.
CHAPTER TWO
Harry scrambled to the back of his room to find his wand. Harry had thought he would be safe here, at the Dursley's. What was happening??? What was Aunt Petunia doing??? Harry searched frantically for his wand but couldn't find it. He muttered every spell he could think of to aid his search, but, there was no denying it, his wand was not there. After realizing this in the back of his mind, Harry didn't stop searching, He looked harder. Voldermort was coming and Harry was defenseless.
After a few more minutes of frantic searching, Harry heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Harry looked around desperately at the scattered contents of his trunk which now littered his bedroom floor. It was hopeless. His wand wasn't here. He was going to die. Harry knew sending Hedwig was hopeless, she wouldn't reach the Order in time but he didn't want her to die. He ran over to Hedwig's cage, picked Hedwig up and unceremoniously threw her out the window. Harry then slammed the window shut so she wouldn't come back in.
Harry knew whoever was coming for him was almost at the door. Thinking desperately, Harry remembered the ring from Dumbeldore. Harry scrambled over to his bed, where he had dropped the box with the ring in it. Harry picked up the box, wrenched it opened and shoved the ring on his thumb.
Harry held back a gasp of surprise as the ring appeared on his wedding finger. Harry didn't have time to think particularly hard about it though, since an all too familiar voice muttered an incantation that made the door burst open. Harry gasped in Horror. Nothing that had ever happened in his life could have prepared him for what he saw in his doorway.
In the doorway stood three hooded, robbed and masked figures, all of which had their wands raised and pointed at Harry. The figure in front pulled their mask down and the others followed suit, saying nothing. It was the Dursleys. Aunt Petunia standing in front of Dudley and Uncle Vernon, glaring at Harry. "Looking for this?" she asked sneering, while holding up Harry's wand and waving it in his face.
Harry staring at Aunt Petunia, his mouth hanging open in shock, his hands hanging limply at his sides. How did she get his wand???? Petunia Dursley entered the room, sneer firmly fixed in place, her wand still raised. The shocked silence was broken by Aunt Petunia. "A sleeping Potion can work wonders you know. How else would we get you out of the way, to stop you from interfering, from getting help from the Muggle-loving fucks that dare call themselves wizards and witches??? No, we kept you here for the Dark Lord".
Petunia laughed as Harry flinched. Little did Petunia know that it wasn't her words that were causing Harry to flinch, but Harry's scar and ring were burning so badly that Harry was dizzy and felt the need to throw up, his head on the brink of bursting. Harry tried to focus on his Aunts words, Battling to stay conscious. He caught on to what his Aunt was saying "- attended Drumstrang. Lily didn't know though, not even my parents knew. I met Vernon at Drumstrang. Dudley attends Drumstrang, don't you Dud?" She stopped long enough to here a sneering voice that was Dudley answer 'yes'.
"We had to give up living in the magical community and give up magic just so that muggle-loving fuck Albus Dumbeldore would trust us to join the order as muggle spies. We had his trust of course, to take you in after the Dark Lords demise. We then directed operations for the Dark Lord rising. We were so disappointed when you came back after every year, always escaping the Dark Lord, always thwarting his plans. But you will not escape this time potter, He is coming." Her eyes flashed with glee at the thought of Harry trapped, helpless. Harry held back tears. He had always known that the Dursleys didn't love him or even like him, but he never thought they would betray him like this. Before Harry could stop himself he shouted "YOU DISGUST ME".
The Dursley's mood changed instantaneously. Their eyes narrowed dangerously. All three looked at each other.
Before Harry could react, all three Dursley's waved their wands at him muttered 'crucio'. The pain was instantaneous and horrifying. Every nerve and bone in his body was on fire, Harry held back screams of pain as he heard his bones breaking.
It seemed like hours before they lifted the curse of Harry, by then he couldn't move and he was in and out of consciousness. The pain in Harry's scar was intensifying with every second that passed by. Voldermort was here, he knew it.
Harry looked at the door in horror as he saw the skeleton like figure of a man with gleaming red eyes. He stepped over the threshold of the door and smirked at Harry. Harry was his. This was the day Harry Potter was brought into the world, and this was the day he was going to exit it. He looked at the helpless heap on the floor that was Harry. The Dursley's had spoiled his prize. After all three Dursley's were face down on the floor, Voldermort turned to Harry. Still smirking, he muttered 'crucio'. Harry could feel that Voldermort was putting all of his power into the curse. Harry couldn't stop the screams and sobs that escaped his throat. Harry knew he was going to die, he just knew it. Harry wanted to die, Voldermort always had the upper hand--he always would, Harry couldn't defeat him.
Voldermort finally lifted the curse and was stunned to hear an audible 'fuck you' from Harry Potter. How could he still be mentally stable??? Voldermort thought to himself. Voldermort, annoyed, raised his wand again, ready to perform the killing curse when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the one man he did not want to ever see again, cast the imobulas curse which he dodged easily.
He turned to find himself looking into the blue sparkling eyes of Albus Dumbeldore. Voldermort wasn't prepared. Albus was. Voldermort had a mere 5 deatheaters by his side (including the Dursley's) while had 20 or so members of the Order of the Phoenix. Voldermort had no choice. Before anyone could do anything, Voldermort disapparated, his deatheaters with him.
Dumbeldore ran over to Harry, the bravest boy he had ever known, the cleverest student at Hogwarts. Everything was now so complicated, Harry was still only a student and yet the truth had to be told, Action needed to be taken-that is if Harry lived. Dumbeldore checked Harry's pulse. It was weak, very weak.
Albus quickly apparated to Hogwarts, Harry securely in his arms. Albus quickly made his way up to the Hospital Wing, the Members of the Order in toe. He placed Harry gently on a bed in the hospital wing, Poppy buzzing around behind him. Just as Dumbeldore was about to move away, He saw that Harry had regained consciousness. Harry grabbed Dumbeldore on the wrist and whispered " I'm dying aren't I??? I want you to know before I go"- Dumbeldore looked on in horror as blood leaked out of Harry's mouth, Harry gasping for breath, managing to gasp out the remainder on his sentence "I love you". Harry's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he drew in his last breath.