Chapter 10
Unforgettable Day
There was a flash of dark, red light, which sent Harry screaming.
There was no more pain from his scar, but his right shoulder was in immense pain; he couldn't hold back the screams any longer.
"You brought this upon yourself," Voldemort said, muttering another few words. Voldemort's wand was now sputtering greenish sparks that flew over to Harry.
The sparks hit him on his right shoulder, which had made the pain intensify. He fell to the floor, wishing that he were somewhere else, and some other person.
"There is no stopping the Dark Mark once it has started the procedure. For that you are now mine," Voldemort said as he stepped closer to him. Harry tried to move backwards but was unable to because Voldemort took one of his hands into his own and pulled him up.
Harry was pulled up easily. He wasn't going to fight. It was all over. Voldemort had even said so, and now Harry even knew it to be true...
"So now you agree with me? Well, that is a bit better for now I even have you thinking you are my property," Voldemort said. He pulled Harry toward a dark wall when suddenly a door appeared.
"This is what I have been dreaming about," Voldemort whispered, pushing Harry down the stairs, "Dumbledore's end and the powerful Potter to join my side. This is an unforgettable day,"
Harry was not sure if this is what he should be doing. Should he just give up and let Voldemort control his life? Harry's scar and shoulder were still hurting. Should he live with this pain?
Voldemort came to an abrupt stop. They were in a hallway that made Harry's stomach lurch. In front of them stood Malfoy, still holding onto Ron.
Ron had now awaken and was forced to stand even though his legs were numb. Malfoy walked up to them and bowed.
"My Lord, has your plan worked?" Malfoy asked, staring into Harry's eyes.
"Yes, of course. Has yours worked Lucius?" Voldemort asked, looking at Malfoy who returned the gaze. Harry was trying to pry himself from Voldemort's grip but it didn't work.
"Yes it has. So now he carries the Dark Mark?" Malfoy asked, now looking down to see what was happening. Harry was trying to get out of Voldemort's grip because Ron was looking as if he could fall down dead anytime.
"There is no help for him, he has been given poison, Harry," Voldemort said, answering Harry's thoughts. Harry still didn't stop until he felt a pain seer onto his right shoulder.
Voldemort used one hand to pull up Harry's T-shirt sleeve. Harry gasped when he saw what Voldemort had put on him. It was the Dark Mark glowing fiercely on his shoulder. Harry turned and tried to stop the screaming but it didn't work. He was yelling on the top of his lungs.
Voldemort took the hand that had pulled up Harry's T-shirt sleeve and put it over his mouth. The yells were not completely blocked but it was harder to hear them. Harry only stopped when he couldn't yell any longer and then he looked at Ron with worried eyes.
"Go finish the rest of the job, Lucius. If you mess it up your life shall be the cost," Voldemort said dangerously to Malfoy. Malfoy bowed and walked out of the room with Ron.
Harry tried to get free from Voldemort's grip once more but it didn't work. Voldemort started to walk again which Harry fought against. He would never let Ron die, not even over his own dead body.
"It doesn't seem you have a choice, it has already been started to begin. His insides are going to eat him up," Voldemort replied to Harry's thoughts. Harry's stomach lurched. Just then, Voldemort removed the hand from Harry's mouth.
"Why do you do this to me? Go off and do it to some other kid!" Harry yelled before he could stop himself. Voldemort came to a sudden stop and turned Harry around so that they faced each other.
"Because you are strong, almost as strong as me. I didn't see it that night of my rebirth but now I do. You would beat Dumbledore in an instant," Voldemort said, glaring at Harry.
Harry was sure that he couldn't beat Dumbledore at all. Dumbledore was the only one that Voldemort was afraid of but then why wasn't scared of him if he thought Dumbledore was weaker than he was? If he was scared of Dumbledore because he was strong why wasn't he scared of him if he was stronger?
"Ah, that is a good question. You are young and will be easily turned, while Dumbledore is old and sticks to his theories," Voldemort said as he continued to read Harry's thoughts.
This made Harry look up to Voldemort. Did Voldemort really think he could make Harry a Slytherin? That was one thing that would never happen.
"I don't have to make you a Slytherin, Harry, I can just play with your mind..." Voldemort started, placing a hand on the top of Harry's head.
This made the Dark Mark and the scar on Harry's forehead fill with pain. Harry, for some strange reason, didn't scream. The pain didn't seem as harsh as it did last time.
Harry's mind was filling with many weird ideas. Some were to kill Dumbledore while some were to kill Voldemort. They were mixing up until it stopped. Harry fell to the ground because Voldemort had not been holding him. He looked up to see Voldemort frowning.
"You are stronger than I thought. No matter, I have another idea," Voldemort said. He pulled Harry up which wasn't hard at all. He was light- headed. Even though Voldemort's plan hadn't worked, it had weakened him greatly.
Voldemort was walking down a narrow hallway. It was so narrow that only with Harry in front of Voldemort they could go down. Harry saw where Voldemort was headed. It was a door that was on the left.
Voldemort opened it slowly. When Harry saw what was in there he gasped.
Unforgettable Day
There was a flash of dark, red light, which sent Harry screaming.
There was no more pain from his scar, but his right shoulder was in immense pain; he couldn't hold back the screams any longer.
"You brought this upon yourself," Voldemort said, muttering another few words. Voldemort's wand was now sputtering greenish sparks that flew over to Harry.
The sparks hit him on his right shoulder, which had made the pain intensify. He fell to the floor, wishing that he were somewhere else, and some other person.
"There is no stopping the Dark Mark once it has started the procedure. For that you are now mine," Voldemort said as he stepped closer to him. Harry tried to move backwards but was unable to because Voldemort took one of his hands into his own and pulled him up.
Harry was pulled up easily. He wasn't going to fight. It was all over. Voldemort had even said so, and now Harry even knew it to be true...
"So now you agree with me? Well, that is a bit better for now I even have you thinking you are my property," Voldemort said. He pulled Harry toward a dark wall when suddenly a door appeared.
"This is what I have been dreaming about," Voldemort whispered, pushing Harry down the stairs, "Dumbledore's end and the powerful Potter to join my side. This is an unforgettable day,"
Harry was not sure if this is what he should be doing. Should he just give up and let Voldemort control his life? Harry's scar and shoulder were still hurting. Should he live with this pain?
Voldemort came to an abrupt stop. They were in a hallway that made Harry's stomach lurch. In front of them stood Malfoy, still holding onto Ron.
Ron had now awaken and was forced to stand even though his legs were numb. Malfoy walked up to them and bowed.
"My Lord, has your plan worked?" Malfoy asked, staring into Harry's eyes.
"Yes, of course. Has yours worked Lucius?" Voldemort asked, looking at Malfoy who returned the gaze. Harry was trying to pry himself from Voldemort's grip but it didn't work.
"Yes it has. So now he carries the Dark Mark?" Malfoy asked, now looking down to see what was happening. Harry was trying to get out of Voldemort's grip because Ron was looking as if he could fall down dead anytime.
"There is no help for him, he has been given poison, Harry," Voldemort said, answering Harry's thoughts. Harry still didn't stop until he felt a pain seer onto his right shoulder.
Voldemort used one hand to pull up Harry's T-shirt sleeve. Harry gasped when he saw what Voldemort had put on him. It was the Dark Mark glowing fiercely on his shoulder. Harry turned and tried to stop the screaming but it didn't work. He was yelling on the top of his lungs.
Voldemort took the hand that had pulled up Harry's T-shirt sleeve and put it over his mouth. The yells were not completely blocked but it was harder to hear them. Harry only stopped when he couldn't yell any longer and then he looked at Ron with worried eyes.
"Go finish the rest of the job, Lucius. If you mess it up your life shall be the cost," Voldemort said dangerously to Malfoy. Malfoy bowed and walked out of the room with Ron.
Harry tried to get free from Voldemort's grip once more but it didn't work. Voldemort started to walk again which Harry fought against. He would never let Ron die, not even over his own dead body.
"It doesn't seem you have a choice, it has already been started to begin. His insides are going to eat him up," Voldemort replied to Harry's thoughts. Harry's stomach lurched. Just then, Voldemort removed the hand from Harry's mouth.
"Why do you do this to me? Go off and do it to some other kid!" Harry yelled before he could stop himself. Voldemort came to a sudden stop and turned Harry around so that they faced each other.
"Because you are strong, almost as strong as me. I didn't see it that night of my rebirth but now I do. You would beat Dumbledore in an instant," Voldemort said, glaring at Harry.
Harry was sure that he couldn't beat Dumbledore at all. Dumbledore was the only one that Voldemort was afraid of but then why wasn't scared of him if he thought Dumbledore was weaker than he was? If he was scared of Dumbledore because he was strong why wasn't he scared of him if he was stronger?
"Ah, that is a good question. You are young and will be easily turned, while Dumbledore is old and sticks to his theories," Voldemort said as he continued to read Harry's thoughts.
This made Harry look up to Voldemort. Did Voldemort really think he could make Harry a Slytherin? That was one thing that would never happen.
"I don't have to make you a Slytherin, Harry, I can just play with your mind..." Voldemort started, placing a hand on the top of Harry's head.
This made the Dark Mark and the scar on Harry's forehead fill with pain. Harry, for some strange reason, didn't scream. The pain didn't seem as harsh as it did last time.
Harry's mind was filling with many weird ideas. Some were to kill Dumbledore while some were to kill Voldemort. They were mixing up until it stopped. Harry fell to the ground because Voldemort had not been holding him. He looked up to see Voldemort frowning.
"You are stronger than I thought. No matter, I have another idea," Voldemort said. He pulled Harry up which wasn't hard at all. He was light- headed. Even though Voldemort's plan hadn't worked, it had weakened him greatly.
Voldemort was walking down a narrow hallway. It was so narrow that only with Harry in front of Voldemort they could go down. Harry saw where Voldemort was headed. It was a door that was on the left.
Voldemort opened it slowly. When Harry saw what was in there he gasped.