Hey, here is the newest chapter! It took me so long to write it, I know.
Well, enjoy!
Chapter 16
Damned
Voldemort stepped into the room with his eyes glued to Harry. Harry stood up from the bed and tried to walk out of the room but Voldemort waved his right hand up. The doors closed. Voldemort continued his way towards Harry.
He was trapped.
When Voldemort was a foot in front of Harry he took him by the arm and yanked him down. Harry fell to his knees.
"How did you figure out that that stag was your father?" Voldemort's question was simple and clear but it made Harry a bit surprised.
"You called him James Potter" Harry tired to make his answer calm but there was a bit of fright in his voice. Even though Voldemort sensed it he paid it to no mind.
"No I didn't," Harry was startled when Voldemort said this.
"Yes you did! You said, ""James Potter, I would have thought that you would have had left this part of-"
"That is what I thought," Harry stiffened.
"That means I am a…no, that can't be true…"
"A mindreader," Voldemort made his statement sharp with his eyes glued on Harry. Harry backed up on his knees and Voldemort leaped at him but Harry threw himself aside. Voldemort cursed silently when he hit the floor. Harry knew this would be his only chance to run. He stood up and sprinted towards the door.
"Dontrie!" Voldemort had gotten up from the floor and had pointed his wand at Harry. He missed. Harry was already out of the room, his feet carrying as fast as they could down the hall.
"Get back here Harry!" Voldemort was also out of the room trying to catch up with Harry. Harry flew down the stairs and turned to go into the Great Hall. He threw his hands in front of him and the doors flew open.
That was when Harry stopped.
Kids, no older than three where in there. The tables were pushed to the corners of the room and many Death Eaters had their wands raised.
They were torturing the children.
Harry eyes were attracted by a group of Death Eaters who were herding many cloaked figures. Harry only then understood.
The cloaked figures were the children's' parents.
The parents were forced to watch their kids be tortured to death.
"So, how do you like my new program?" Harry didn't even try to turn around as he heard his grandfather's voice from behind him. He didn't struggle when an arm was rapped around his stomach. It didn't matter anymore.
That was when a young boy walked over to them, his arms twisted backwards. The Death Eater who was in charge of him was busy because the mother had gotten out of the herd and was trying to stop the Death Eater.
Voldemort was trying to pull Harry away from him and was signaling for someone to take the child away but Harry wouldn't move.
"Help me!"
Harry at first thought that the child had said his words out loud but no one around them noticed.
"I'm sorry, I can't," Voldemort turned his attention to Harry then turned his head to look down to the child. Harry ground his teeth in frustration at his own work. Now Voldemort knew that he was trying to communicate with the child.
The called Death Eaters came over and pushed the boy away. Harry watched as the boy disappeared with the other children. Harry's eyes were covered with a blindfold once he heard the scream of the young boy. Harry tried to run towards the sound of the scream and calm the kid but the two people who took him out of Voldemort's grip were pulling him away.
That was when something hard collided with his head.
Harry fell forwards and blacked out.
*****
"Why didn't you help me?" Harry turned.
It was the child.
He was wearing barely anything, torn bits of a robe still strapped around his body. Harry tried to step to stand forward but the child stepped back, shaking his head slightly.
"You are related to him," Harry stopped. The child was talking about his relationship with Voldemort.
"Why must you torture me?" Harry closed his eyes at his own words. He felt the child step forward and run into his arms. Harry felt the tears on the kid's face touch his arms.
"I am sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel guilty. It's just-" Harry stopped himself. There was a flash of black light that went through Harry's closed eyelids. He snapped his eyes opened.
Too late.
The child was taken from his arms and into Voldemort's. He had a smile laid upon his face.
"Bastard," Harry just had to say that to him. He had been wanting to for such a long time. Voldemort only continued to smile as he placed his hands into his robes.
Harry's wand.
Harry stared at it as he saw what damages where upon it. Some parts were shedding from what layer that once protected it.
"If the owner of a wand's soul is broken and/or taken their wand slowly disappears," Harry looked up to Voldemort as he spoke. Harry stepped backwards, shaking his head slowly.
"You haven't taken my soul, and you haven't taken my spirit," Harry shut his mouth after he finished speaking. Voldemort smile faded.
"I haven't? Well, we will see about that" Voldemort threw the child to the ground and made him lay flat. The child turned his head to Harry with his eyes filled with tears.
"Please, please stop it," The child whimpered. Voldemort smiled as he stepped onto the child's hands.
There was a loud crack as the child's hands broke. The room was filled with the child's screams as Voldemort started to step onto the child's back-
"STOP IT!" Harry threw himself at Voldemort. Voldemort looked up just as Harry fell on top of him. Voldemort fell to the ground with Harry on top of him who was trying to bring as much pain to him. Voldemort pushed Harry off and forced him to lie on his back.
"So now what do you say Harry? Have I taken enough things away from you to admit it?" Voldemort stood up and placed a foot on Harry's stomach.
"You haven't taken my soul or my spirit away, Voldemort," Harry spat out the last word. Voldemort pushed down harder on his foot.
"That is Master to you, Harry," Voldemort smile returned when he heard Harry hiss for Voldemort's shoe was pressing into his stomach.
"Never will I call you that, Tom."
*****
Harry snapped his eyes open. He didn't even bother to look to where he was, all he did was pull his legs to his chest and locked his arms. He closed his eyes as the dream that he just had repeated in his mind. He tried to remember how the young boy looked but a pair of footsteps coming towards him interrupted his thoughts. He opened his eyes.
"So, your training starts today. Voldemort will join us today for his new discovery on you," Harry closed his eyes again, not wanting to see or hear Snape.
"Yes, I will be helping you today. Severus, today we must start the tainting. And I know the perfect way to begin," Voldemort's voice cut into Harry's thoughts like a sword. That was when he heard a cry of a child. He opened his eyes.
Voldemort was dragging to child from the dreams. But Harry's eyes were attracted to the boy's hands.
They were broken.
N/A: Pretty sad, huh? Good cliffhanger! (, Well, if you didn't understand the end just IM me. I know Voldemort was mean in this but he is always mean! ::sniff:: Poor kid…I think the next chapter will be up soon! Bye!
Chapter 16
Damned
Voldemort stepped into the room with his eyes glued to Harry. Harry stood up from the bed and tried to walk out of the room but Voldemort waved his right hand up. The doors closed. Voldemort continued his way towards Harry.
He was trapped.
When Voldemort was a foot in front of Harry he took him by the arm and yanked him down. Harry fell to his knees.
"How did you figure out that that stag was your father?" Voldemort's question was simple and clear but it made Harry a bit surprised.
"You called him James Potter" Harry tired to make his answer calm but there was a bit of fright in his voice. Even though Voldemort sensed it he paid it to no mind.
"No I didn't," Harry was startled when Voldemort said this.
"Yes you did! You said, ""James Potter, I would have thought that you would have had left this part of-"
"That is what I thought," Harry stiffened.
"That means I am a…no, that can't be true…"
"A mindreader," Voldemort made his statement sharp with his eyes glued on Harry. Harry backed up on his knees and Voldemort leaped at him but Harry threw himself aside. Voldemort cursed silently when he hit the floor. Harry knew this would be his only chance to run. He stood up and sprinted towards the door.
"Dontrie!" Voldemort had gotten up from the floor and had pointed his wand at Harry. He missed. Harry was already out of the room, his feet carrying as fast as they could down the hall.
"Get back here Harry!" Voldemort was also out of the room trying to catch up with Harry. Harry flew down the stairs and turned to go into the Great Hall. He threw his hands in front of him and the doors flew open.
That was when Harry stopped.
Kids, no older than three where in there. The tables were pushed to the corners of the room and many Death Eaters had their wands raised.
They were torturing the children.
Harry eyes were attracted by a group of Death Eaters who were herding many cloaked figures. Harry only then understood.
The cloaked figures were the children's' parents.
The parents were forced to watch their kids be tortured to death.
"So, how do you like my new program?" Harry didn't even try to turn around as he heard his grandfather's voice from behind him. He didn't struggle when an arm was rapped around his stomach. It didn't matter anymore.
That was when a young boy walked over to them, his arms twisted backwards. The Death Eater who was in charge of him was busy because the mother had gotten out of the herd and was trying to stop the Death Eater.
Voldemort was trying to pull Harry away from him and was signaling for someone to take the child away but Harry wouldn't move.
"Help me!"
Harry at first thought that the child had said his words out loud but no one around them noticed.
"I'm sorry, I can't," Voldemort turned his attention to Harry then turned his head to look down to the child. Harry ground his teeth in frustration at his own work. Now Voldemort knew that he was trying to communicate with the child.
The called Death Eaters came over and pushed the boy away. Harry watched as the boy disappeared with the other children. Harry's eyes were covered with a blindfold once he heard the scream of the young boy. Harry tried to run towards the sound of the scream and calm the kid but the two people who took him out of Voldemort's grip were pulling him away.
That was when something hard collided with his head.
Harry fell forwards and blacked out.
*****
"Why didn't you help me?" Harry turned.
It was the child.
He was wearing barely anything, torn bits of a robe still strapped around his body. Harry tried to step to stand forward but the child stepped back, shaking his head slightly.
"You are related to him," Harry stopped. The child was talking about his relationship with Voldemort.
"Why must you torture me?" Harry closed his eyes at his own words. He felt the child step forward and run into his arms. Harry felt the tears on the kid's face touch his arms.
"I am sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel guilty. It's just-" Harry stopped himself. There was a flash of black light that went through Harry's closed eyelids. He snapped his eyes opened.
Too late.
The child was taken from his arms and into Voldemort's. He had a smile laid upon his face.
"Bastard," Harry just had to say that to him. He had been wanting to for such a long time. Voldemort only continued to smile as he placed his hands into his robes.
Harry's wand.
Harry stared at it as he saw what damages where upon it. Some parts were shedding from what layer that once protected it.
"If the owner of a wand's soul is broken and/or taken their wand slowly disappears," Harry looked up to Voldemort as he spoke. Harry stepped backwards, shaking his head slowly.
"You haven't taken my soul, and you haven't taken my spirit," Harry shut his mouth after he finished speaking. Voldemort smile faded.
"I haven't? Well, we will see about that" Voldemort threw the child to the ground and made him lay flat. The child turned his head to Harry with his eyes filled with tears.
"Please, please stop it," The child whimpered. Voldemort smiled as he stepped onto the child's hands.
There was a loud crack as the child's hands broke. The room was filled with the child's screams as Voldemort started to step onto the child's back-
"STOP IT!" Harry threw himself at Voldemort. Voldemort looked up just as Harry fell on top of him. Voldemort fell to the ground with Harry on top of him who was trying to bring as much pain to him. Voldemort pushed Harry off and forced him to lie on his back.
"So now what do you say Harry? Have I taken enough things away from you to admit it?" Voldemort stood up and placed a foot on Harry's stomach.
"You haven't taken my soul or my spirit away, Voldemort," Harry spat out the last word. Voldemort pushed down harder on his foot.
"That is Master to you, Harry," Voldemort smile returned when he heard Harry hiss for Voldemort's shoe was pressing into his stomach.
"Never will I call you that, Tom."
*****
Harry snapped his eyes open. He didn't even bother to look to where he was, all he did was pull his legs to his chest and locked his arms. He closed his eyes as the dream that he just had repeated in his mind. He tried to remember how the young boy looked but a pair of footsteps coming towards him interrupted his thoughts. He opened his eyes.
"So, your training starts today. Voldemort will join us today for his new discovery on you," Harry closed his eyes again, not wanting to see or hear Snape.
"Yes, I will be helping you today. Severus, today we must start the tainting. And I know the perfect way to begin," Voldemort's voice cut into Harry's thoughts like a sword. That was when he heard a cry of a child. He opened his eyes.
Voldemort was dragging to child from the dreams. But Harry's eyes were attracted to the boy's hands.
They were broken.
N/A: Pretty sad, huh? Good cliffhanger! (, Well, if you didn't understand the end just IM me. I know Voldemort was mean in this but he is always mean! ::sniff:: Poor kid…I think the next chapter will be up soon! Bye!