Chapter Two:
The walls of the house shook under the power of the incantation the Dark Lord was using. Harry ran through the house to his Uncle and Aunts room 'Get up! Now!' he yelled as he burst into their room also alerting Dudley down the hall.
'What in the blazes is goin …' Vernon began before the house shook once more.
'He is here' Harry answered looking at his Aunt, her facing paling as the words sunk in'
'Who?' Vernon demanded as he grappled for his robe and dodging his son as he too burst into the room seeking comfort from his mother.
'Voldemort'
This time his Uncle grabbed for his wife and son, knowing that name and seeing the fear within his wife's eyes.
'Albus'
Albus Dumbledores head turned to the fireplace as the meeting in Grimmauld Place, Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, came to a stand still.
'What is it Arabella?' asked Dumbledore noting the fear and panic in her voice.
'It's Number four…. it's under attack!'
Fear, for the first time he truly felt its power, and it coursed through him as pandemonium broke out around him.
The doors on number four blew off its hinges and every window shattered under the force, the Dark Lord had gained entrance to a house he was forbidden.
'Run' Harry ordered, even though he knew what awaited him his mind was calm.
But as they ran through the house to the back door, Death eaters surrounded the house, coming through the door and soon they were surrounded.
'What do you want' Uncle Vernon asked, his voice shaking, his legs threatening to disappear from beneath him.
'Him' they said simply, staring at the boy-who-lived and the next thing the Dursleys were magically bound and dragged from the building, Petunia screaming, Dudley crying and Vernon terrified and Harry realised yet again this was because of him.
'And you…' the Death Eater in front of him smirked under their mask ' your coming with us!' and a stream of white light hit him in the chest and the next thing he felt was himself being hurled through the house and crashing into the ground outside into the rain and storm that continued to rage as if knowing what this night would bring.
Behind him stood the one person in the world he hated more than anything, the murderer who killed his parents and as good as killed his Godfather.
Pain course through him at the impact, his muscles and bones protesting against the movement as he tried to regain his feet.
'Well, well, well' sneered Voldemort 'the boy-who-lived' and with a flick of his wand Harry shot backwards back onto is back squinting against the rain. He turned his head and what he saw made his anger flare, the Dursleys were frightened do very frightened and the Death Eaters had them bound.
'Let them go!' Harry shouted and a flicker drifted over Voldemorts face. Surprise perhaps.
'I said let them go'
'No' Voldemort snarled, there were no humour or sarcasm, only hate and anger towards the boy before him.
'This has nothing to do with them!'
'On the contrary it has everything to do with them' Harry frowned 'they kept you alive when you should be dead'
And Harry laughed.
'I should always be dead I your eyes. '
'You have grown Harry. I see little fear now, you have become a man and very, very powerful! You no what I want.' Voldemort began to take steady and deliberate steps towards him. 'Except your death of course.' He smiled.
'What?' Harry asked though he had a pretty good idea what.
'The prophecy!'
