Words of the Unforgiving
Chapter 5: One Step Closer
Author's blabbing: Omigosh! I can't believe people are actually reviewing my story! Thank you all so much! I luv you guys! throws out big bunches of flowers to everyone
Q&A
Good Charlotte sings "The Day that I Die." Cheerful title aint it?
J K Rowling's first name is indeed Joanna.
The first Harry Potter book was changed because nobody could really say it properly and nobody knew what it meant.
Who sings "One Step Closer"? (Hint: LP. 5 points)
How old is Daniel Radcliffe? (5 points)
Gryffindor: 25
Hufflepuff: 0
Ravenclaw: 0
Slytherin: 90 - ok people, I think the other houses need some members lol
Pain seared through Harry's scar as all around him, as both the Order and the Death Eaters started Apparating.
At once, a battle broke out and there were loud yells from both sides, but Harry couldn't hear anything.
Find me! Kill me! Slay me! You know you want to!
He blindly got up and stumbled into the middle of the battle.
"Are you out of your mind!" growled Moody as he shielded Harry from the killing curse. Harry looked at him, but didn't see that Moody was there.
Moody shuddered as Harry looked at him. He felt as though Harry was the one that was looking through him.
"Grab hold, Harry!" he shouted tightly held on to Harry's bruised wrist.
"No," Harry mumbled and looked around, seeing the battle for the first time. He didn't want this. His best friend had died, because of him! Too many people had died, because of him! He wanted nothing more than to die…
Breaking free of Moody's hold, he started running, hoping to draw the Death Eaters away.
"Hey, losers!" he shouted. Nobody heard him.
Find me, Harry Potter! Kill me, Harry Potter!
Again, Harry's scar burned with pain. He clawed at his head, trying to scratch it out.
Something punched him in the gut and he keeled over, winded. Looking around wildly, he tried to find the culprit to get his revenge.
Nobody was near him.
Slowly he got up, but something tugged at him and he looked up at the hill, walking toward it.
As he neared the top of the hill, the tugging got more frantic. He looked down at his stomach, the source of the tugging, but there was nothing there. He knew then that it was Voldemort.
When he reached the top, he looked around, expecting to see the man he hated most. Instead, it was quiet and he was alone, apart from an old fizzy drink can. Angrily, Harry kicked the can as hard as he could, expecting to send it flying. Instead, he felt the uneasy, nauseous feeling he always got when he traveled via a portkey.
BAM!
Harry reeled back as soon as his feet touched the ground, as a fist pummeled his body. Coughing, he looked up to see the leering face of Lucious Malfoy.
"Having fun, Potter?" Malfoy sneered as he kicked Harry in the stomach.
Malfoy spent another five minutes beating Harry till he was a bloody body, lying on the floor and moaning in pain.
"That will be enough for now, Lucious," whispered a silky voice from the shadows.
"Master, he's all yours…" Malfoy said, bowing low to the ground in respect.
Taking out a large vial from within the folds of his cloak, Voldemort poured the disgusting contents down Harry's unwilling throat. Harry choked, looked up groggily and blacked out.
"Yes," Voldemort crooned. "Let's see what The Boy Who Lived is really made of. I'm one step closer to bringing him down…"
He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the unconscious form in front of him. He drew a silver strand from Harry's left temple and put the mysterious substance into another vial that was smoking from Malfoy's hand. After transferring a part of Harry's mind into the vial, Voldemort opened his snake-like mouth and drank it all in one gulp, a look of pure distaste crossing his face. Malfoy caught his master as he fell toward the floor.