A Decision Worth Making
Harry felt the jab of Voldemort's wand in his back. A cold, unfeeling wand that was only made to do one thing: to kill. He also felt another wand, his wand. His only line of defense was now stabbing him in the back, ready to kill. As Harry felt the nudge, he obeyed its command and proceeded to walk. Voldemort hissing in his ear,"That's it, now, Harry. Just a little bit farther..."
Harry was surrounded by what looked like an old graveyard. Memories from his fourth year at Hogwarts flooded into his mind...he had been in this same graveyard only three years ago. He shivverd. Out here, it was cold, dark, and wet. He could barely see where he was walking, yet his feet automatically moved themselves, as if they knew where to go.
All sorts of ideas and plans where whirring around in the back of Harry's mind, but they were so far back he could not reach them. He could not think of a plan. He could feel the hot breath of Voldemort on the back of his neck.
Voldemort turned and motioned Harry to do so with Harry's wand. Harry obeyed and what he saw made his jaw drop.
Voldemort had captured Ginny, Hermione, and Ron.
"Now," Voldemort whispered, "do as I command or else I shall destroy your friends."
All of his friends gazed fearfully back at him. They were contained in what looked like a forcefield...probably one that Voldemort had conjured up himself, Hary thought. He felt helpless; Voldemort was holding all of the cards.
"Now Harry, be a good boy and listen to me. If you disobey..." Voldemort motioned to his wand with Harry's. Harry stood completley still; he could not give into the fear that was lurking inside of him. But he had to do what he must to protect his friends...to protect Ginny...
"Alright," said Harry. "I get it. I do what you want, and you don't hurt my friends. We have a deal?"
Voldemort smiled, "Yesss we do. Only if you can complete your bargain. In order to save your friends, Harry, you must kill yourself. I cannot kill you and I still cannot figure out why...but only you can kill yourself. Do it, Harry, or kill your friends. It is your decision, and either way I win."
Voldemort turned around so he appeared in the light reflecting from the forcefield. He stared at Harry with those gleaming red eyes that had stared at him when he was a baby. He could remember it all, and now he was about to forget.