Summary:

Short chapter up ahead, took awhile to write it too. My deepest apologies for that… anyway, here's Chapter Ten, the First Chapter of Part Two: Winter's Sun! The chapter starts immediately after Chapter nine ended, which I usually DON'T do so it's a nice change I suppose. The reader will learn of a death very early on and Voldemort seemed to want a change in location, and the Dark Lord always gets what he wants!

Disclaimer:

I do not own, or plan to make profit off of, these Part/Chapter names. Part one was all Lost Horizon, by far my favourite Power Metal band (look em' up if you have the chance! You'll have to look REALLY hard though note this is not intended to be subliminal advertising, it is merely a recommendation). Part Two is called Winter's Sun, which is taken off of Wintersun, my favourite Melodic Death Metal Band (like Lost Horizon I REALLY recommend them), the chapter names also are taken from Wintersun. Yet again I do not own the characters except for Eleanor Reynolds and Aran Schmitz, and they will both be used in other fics ONLY with MY permission, I do not plan to make profit with this tale or with the chapter names.

Chapter 10:

Beyond the Dark Sun

No pain stung Harry as he stood quite still in front of his previous Professor's body. The stone fell to the ground, Harry forgetting about the seemingly warning the ghost like creature gave him, he didn't flinch as his Defence against the Dark Arts teacher entered the room, moving swiftly to Snape's side and feeling his pulse. Soon enough Harry felt his own feet moving, not knowing where he was going.

Thoughts were crammed into every corner inside of his mind, questions debating Snape's trust towards the school, Harry did not notice Parvati and Lavender's startled expressions at the wreck of the entrance to the Gryffindor Common room, he continued to stare blankly at nothing, not allowing his eyes to focus on anything, letting them remain blurry to the rest of the world.

Harry found his thoughts speaking to him once more. "You've killed for the first time Harry. Don't you feel the manly pride swell up inside of you?" The Boy-who-lived felt a snort reply this.

"Why must you persist in coming into my mind Voldemort? Aren't you more intelligent then I am? If this is true why do you insist on dwelling inside of my mind, reading my incredibly inferior thoughts!"

"My, my Harry, I thought I would just see what you would do to my good friend Severus. You see Severus has betrayed me, and for that he deserved death, which you just dealt of course, using that beloved stone."

Harry froze at this, causing the Professor, who had his arm gripped, quite tightly, on Harry's shoulder. "W-wh…what?" Voldemort laughed eerily at this, causing the usual brave Harry to ripple slightly.

"Yes Harry, you just killed the worthless traitor Severus Snape, is that so difficult to understand!" Harry shook his head, looking up at the slightly frowning expression of his teacher.

"Is Sna… Professor Snape… de…dead?" Aran looked away at this comment, his arm falling to a resting position on his side.

"Yes Harry," Harry froze at this, pinching himself on the arm, hoping to Merlin that he was in a dream at this moment, however, his vision blurry still, nothing blurred further. No more explanation was needed, Harry cursed quite loudly, allowing Voldemort to laugh evilly again.

"You disliked Snape did you not? You wish for more do you not?" Harry stopped pacing, and stood planted on two feet; staring at the ground. "What about young Draco? You wish for your two hands to curl themselves around his neck, watching the fear grow on his expression and the cries of he-"

"SHUT UP! GET OUT!" Harry shouted both in his mind and in the real world, he fell to the ground, cursing his mind's weakness with snarls. Harry's world blackened as the laugh clouded his entire mind, cries from his teacher could be heard slightly, but the laugh automatically overloaded it, causing it to distance itself from Harry's conscience.

Another curse fell automatically out of Harry's mouth as his eyes opened to gaze at the rather familiar ceiling of the Hospital Wing. The Boy-who-lived shut his two emerald eyes and sighed deeply.

Then the sweet voice of the school nurse prevented him from drifting into slumber. "Third time eh?"

"Think it's the fourth…" Harry replied grumpily and Madam Pomfrey laughed heartedly. Harry did not hear any response come from her, but she gave him a simple looking potion, coloured navy blue, and made him drink three quarters of it before snatching it away; mumbling quietly.

Harry watched her trot back to her office, no doubt still mumbling, while he rubbed his eyes and looked around for his glasses. He found them, placing them on top of his two ears and shaking his head, checking if they were on properly, he ran his right hand through his hair; feeling it sticking every which way. He felt a sidelong smile crawl onto his expression, knowing he was quite in character here. He moved his gaze around the room, having nothing better to do, but then he was startled slightly when the towering double doors of the room opened and his two best friends stepped inside.

Hermione came in first, her eyes finding Harry's and a smile appeared on her expression, she dashed over with Ron quick on her tail, she stood at Harry's right side, seeming quite at a loss for words.

Though, surprisingly, Ron seemed to take the initiative to point out his thoughts. "You seem to be screwing up a lot."

"You figure," Harry replied dryly and Ron chuckled slightly, sounding quite awkward.

Hermione was opening and closing her mouth, and Harry moved his gaze to her, raising his eyebrows in a questioning look. She responded quickly, stuttering slightly. "I-I was worried abo…about you." Harry laughed rather openly at this, earning two looks of astonishment from his friends.

"When have you not been worried about me?" The Boy-who-lived said remembering the aftermath of the first task of the Triwizard Tournament and the finger marks planted on Hermione's face. Hermione's eyes lightened up at this, nodding slightly.

"How're you feeling?" She said, pulling two chairs up for herself and Ron. Harry shrugged at this, deciding to give her the same answer that he had given to Mrs. Weasley so long ago.

"I've been better, but also a lot worse." He said simply.

Ron leaned back at this comment, causing the chair he was sitting on to stand on two legs. "So what happened to Snape?" Harry looked away from his two friends, grabbing a section of his blanket unconsciously and started to rub his hands off it.

Neither Ron nor Hermione said anything while Harry was rubbing against the blanket. Harry didn't want to admit that he had indeed murdered Snape, even with the nagging voice of Lord Voldemort inside of his head constantly, reminding him of his crime.

"He's dead," Harry stated simply yet he looked quite blank. "I killed him." He added for good measure and silence replied this addition.

"B-but how?" Ron spoke after long moments of silence. Harry laughed openly at this, an eerie laugh flowing out of his normal-shaped mouth.

"How indeed?" Harry wondered to himself, smiling widely. "I murdered him of course, the stone was just the murder weapon used to kill him. I loved every moment of it, ripping his entire soul from his body."

Harry sat up, staring widely at nothingness. "W-what?"

"I killed him! The world will praise my abilities! Rewarding me with the greatest riches of my dreams!" Harry's eyes narrowed, a frown appearing on his face.

"What, in the name of Merlin, are you doing Voldemort?"

"I KILLED SEVERUS SNAPE!" Voldemort continued to think using Harry's voice. "I RIPPED HIS ENTIRE SOUL FROM HIS BODY AND AM GOING TO PRESENT IT TO MY MASTER!"

Harry covered his ears, wincing from the pain of the laugh erupting inside of his mind, crying around his entire brain, making it swell with agony. He did not hear his own cry of pain erupt around the entire room, but apparently Madam Pomfrey did, for soon Harry was breathing speedily and lying on the floor, clutching his scar.

"What, in Hollow's name, are you doing Mr. Potter!" Madam Pomfrey used Harry's line from before without realizing it.

"Hol…oh?" Ron replied dumbly and Harry then heard a loud cry of pain and laughed knowing that Hermione had hit Ron somewhere sensitive.

Harry rose from the floor, brushing his night clothes off and looked up at Madam Pomfrey. "Someone's currently… inhabiting my mind and using it to corrupt me from within alright!" Harry spat at her, quite irritated himself, he felt guilty the next second though, for she looked fairly taken aback, but then her expression changed to one of irritation as well, in a second her two arms were planted on her sides, fumes seemingly coming out of her ears.

"If you're going to talk about me in that tone Potter," she said huffily. "THEN GET OUT!" The next moment Harry was outside, facing the closing doors of the hospital wing, his school robes on.

"Well, great job Harry." Hermione congratulated Harry bluntly, Harry turned to her, his eyes flaming. She stepped back, looking down at the floor. Ron attended to her, patting her on the shoulder.

Harry, the bad mood that he was in owing to it, snorted then turned on his heels and walked away moodily. Like any other teenager his age, he'd had enough of everything. Enough of Voldemort's bickering; enough of Hermione's new found relationship, enough of Ron's obsession with this relationship, enough of Ginny's constant stares from every angle conceived by Merlin.

Harry then kicked a suit of armour near him causing it to grab its knee though without having a voice; Harry knew if it had one it would be screaming in pain. The suit of amour across from it jiggled its helmet's flap, clearly laughed; Harry pulled out his wand and zapped it with a burst of electrical sparks, causing it to shut up.

Harry stormed off aimlessly, wishing the old Hermione was with him, the Hermione before the idiotic relationship. He wished for the girl that he could talk to about everything, the one he could actually count on, on calming him down. He saw a first or second year student in front of him cower in terror when she saw him, dashing off in the direction which she had come in. Harry wondered now which class he was supposed to be in and what day it was.

"Potter," Harry stopped, looking behind him to see Aran Schmitz leaning against the shadowed side of a pillar, looking quite amused. "Your stomping around his attracted Peeves it seems, for my class is being interrupted by his form of… of amusement let's say." He stepped off of the pillar, walking toward him.

"I-I'm… sorry si-sir." Harry said looking at the floor, guilt on his face. To his surprise Schmitz laughed.

"My class is enjoying tormenting Peeves, for they are my Seventh Year class and are learning how to combat ghostly creatures. I owe you the lesson Potter." Harry's eyes narrowed at this comment, he found himself confused. For before it seemed that his professor was blaming him for the problem of Peeves. "This lesson wasn't originally planned for today, but they're more then a match for the poltergeist." He said, as if reading Harry's mind.

Harry looked up slightly from the floor, his eyes narrowing. "I-I…"

"Need to see Dumbledore." Aran finished for him, crossing his arms, though Harry was surprised when he felt his head moved upward then downward, a clear nod. "You need to cleanse your mind; Occulmency is the only way Potter. Knowledge Potter, knowledge, use your head Potter and Occulmency will come quickly." With that said, the Defence against the Dark Arts teacher turned and entered his classroom without saying anything else. Harry stood on the spot, wondering if he should follow the wise teacher's advice and visit Dumbledore.

Then, to Harry's greatest displeasure, his mi-Voldemort spoke to him, no longer sounding crazy but sounding a lot like…

"Myself," Harry said to himself in his mind's eye as he heard the voice speaking to him.

"Dumbledore is weak Harry!" It said with malice, Harry wasn't even sure if it was Voldemort or not. "Remember, power is what holds everything together, how do you think you've done so well in School? You are powerful Harry, USE THAT POWER!" Harry shook his head, walking on. "YOU DON'T NEED DUMBLEDORE!"

Harry stopped in his tracks, turning around and seeing a shadow scurrying off in the opposite direction. Harry roared something ineligible and charged toward the running shadow, throwing every curse he could think of. He knew there was no chance of him catching up, the portraits and the stone walls all around him changed to a blur as he gained speed, now seeing the figure step out of the shadows, a fearful look on his face.

"MALFOY!" Harry identified the stalker, shooting a curse at him. "DIE YOU-" he yelled the curse, forgetting about all of the lessons going on around him, he saw heads of various teachers poke out of their rooms, pulling out their wands and aiming them at Harry, trying to immobilize him.

Harry dodged every curse and jinx without stalling, shooting the duration jinx at Malfoy, aiming to slow him down, he hit home. Cheering in his mind's eye, he slowed to a stop and Harry kicked him to the floor, pounding his still body with his right foot.

"You're the one who's caused all this!" Harry yelled at him, releasing the spell with the simple muttering of the dispelling charm. Malfoy didn't answer immediately though, for he seemed to be in great pain right now. Harry paused for a moment, letting him catch his breath, then kicked him again, demanding an explanation again.

"MR. POTTER!" Harry turned around, pointing his wand to his Transfiguration teacher and she stepped backward, just a foot ahead of, what seemed the rest of the school. It seemed that Harry's yells and taunts had caused classes to be interrupted. Harry turned back, ignoring the rest of the school.

"Tell me Malfoy, why have you been planting idiotic impersonations of Lord Voldemort inside my mind!" Malfoy coughed continually, allowing Harry to kick him in the stomach again. "TELL ME!"

"I-I ha-ve no… id…….idea wha-" Harry didn't allow him to finish, pulling up his wand and hearing a voice in the back of his head.

"Kill him… spill his blood Harry… you know you want to… do it… kill him. KILL HIM!" Harry's eyes glowed red, turning into slits, his entire body rippled, a black cloud covering him and then an explosion sounded around the area, making stone bricks collapse and fall onto the students below, McGonagall luckily reacted fast, uttering a defensive charm that covered the entire population there with a shielding cloth.

McGonagall's gaze moved to where Harry had been standing a moment ago, there was nothing but clearing dust and bits of the wall that used to be there.

Harry found himself waking up on a rocky floor, his entire body screaming in agony as he rose from the stone bricked floor, he heard drips and moans all around him. Then, seemingly out of thin air, a scream erupted from far away, yet Harry could hear it quite clearly, the scream echoed around the entire room Harry was in, he covered his ears, wincing at the terrified noise. Then a resounding crack split the cry, and everything went silent. Harry opened his eyes, soaking in the room that he was in.

He was in a cell, bars in front of him, and drips of water falling from the roof of the small cage. He paced around the room, racking his memory to find out why, of anywhere in the world, he was here.

"Come to think of it," Harry spoke his thoughts out loud, stopping his pace and sitting on the nearby bed-like structure, for what he was sitting on merely resembled a bed, hard as a rock and no pillows came with it. "Where am I?" He finished, then, quite suddenly, a sweep of despair flooded in him.

"You're at Azkaban Harry." Voldemort's voice floated into his mind and Harry cursed, causing Voldemort to laugh thoroughly. "Fear not, my Dementors no longer wish to stink up that dungeon, instead I have other guards, ones who do not even know where they are."

Harry felt his gaze move toward the entrance of his cage, seeing… something staring right back at him. It seemed like a human, though its eyes were lidless and its mouth opened wide with a hungry look on its broken face. Scars tore at the dark skin of this creature; variously shaped holes covered the creature, making Harry shiver since he could see their even more broken bones through those holes.

"I trust you like my servants? The Undead creatures which I have deemed Zombies." Harry's eyes narrowed to the ground, trying his best to ignore both the moans from the Zombie and Voldemort's continuous taunts. "…eed Dementors Harry, for these do just the same while my Dementors feed on the seemingly innocent Wizards across the land."

"Voldemort, have you ever closed your mouth? I suppose you would have died from lack of breathing though… oh wait, I forgot, you're above breathing!" Harry taunted right back, earning a hearty laugh from Voldemort.

"While you sit here Harry, you're friends are fighting a losing duel, my Death Eaters have invaded Hogwarts Harry. Killing everything in their path and I watch them, feeding on the terror echoing easily around the entire school." Harry rose from the bed, his hands curled into fists. So he couldn't wait till the end of the year could he?

"Yo-you'll pay Voldemort…" Harry automatically reached for his wand's usual resting place, but did not find it there, earning yet another cackle from Lord Voldemort.

"How so Harry, I am here, outside Hogwarts, while you are across the world from me, in addition, you cannot Apparate from inside Azkaban. So you can rule out that possible escape route." Voldemort laughed again while Harry steamed. "You're so predictable Harry, Occulmency would have saved you, but you determinedly stopped yourself from learning it, I must thank you for that dear Severus.

"Though I owe the most thanks to that imbecile Draco, for he has always brought the true anger out of you, not as much as Dumbledore did last year though. I must thank him as well when I see him again."

Harry cringed when he thought of Dumbledore, he thought of himself as a failure now. Another scream penetrated Harry's ears, truly far away but seemingly close, Harry didn't bother to cover his ears, for nothing stopped the insane laughter of Lord Voldemort.

"Ah my ingenious plans, your friends delayed it slightly early on, but I must thank yet another person. That Mudblood's lover Ronald Weasley, for he started the relationship between him and that girl. You were envious, a negative emotion, of that. I ignited that emotion, along with the greed resting inside of you Harry.

"Greed has always dominated in my body Harry, with that inner greed and my power I raised myself to where I am today. Terror rampant around the world, both Muggle and Wizard alike now fear me owing to Fudge's idiocy. As you know Harry, I feed on negative emotions, fear, terror, and hate; you knew this for a prolonged time Harry.

"Yet you continued to abuse these emotions, a sensible man would question this, but the thinker would know that I nourished these emotions, allowing you to hate further and greed further, allowing me simple access to your mind. Dumbledore also knew of my intrusions, but did nothing to stop me. I know from your thoughts that you and Dumbledore had one Occulmency session together and that was it, I laughed openly at this, rewarding even my stupidest followers.

Harry tried his best to ignore this long speech by Voldemort; he tried to ignore his lies about Hogwarts crumbling to the ground. If Harry could even ignore all of that, he would not be able to omit Voldemort's laugh. High-pitched and eerie sounding, it ripped at your sanity, eating away at it like a starving teenager, and the pain of his scar added to the "excellent" mixture.

"Ah, Harry you make me laugh. Your determined silence and pessimistic thoughts clench my everlasting thirst; you are serving me my supper on a silver platter!" He cackled with joy, ripping at Harry's scar though Harry was far too used to it to care. He rubbed it absently while Voldemort continued to taunt him. "I hope you liked my Muggle reference Harry! For, like you, I had a selfish father, one who did not care for his child at all."

Harry looked up at the wall opposite of his bed, not taking in anything on the wall. "Selfish father!" Harry thought back to him, anger evident. "My Father never abandoned me!"

Voldemort laughed yet again while Harry breathed hard. "Your father never abandoned you eh? What about when you're dear mother was pregnant? What about when your Aunt was ill and your mother went to see her but your father would rather play Quidditch?"

"W-what…?" Harry replied blankly, hearing a dramatic gasp come from Voldemort.

"Dumbledore did not tell you? Dumbledore did not tell you that your father raped your mother!" Harry rose at this comment, steaming quite evidently, anger ripping at his sanity inside of him.

"WHAT'RE YOU TALKING ABOUT! MY PARENTS LOVED EACH OTHER AND ME, THAT'S WHAT PROTECTS ME FROM YOU YOU-" Harry ended the cry with a loud and quite rude curse, sending sparks through his brain.

"You dare insult me with that lowly word! CRUCIO!" Harry did not expect this, off-guard; the pain from the Cruciatus curse increased dramatically, cringing and falling to the ground, Harry felt the true Cruciatus curse for the first time in his life, the agony of Voldemort's youth was thrown in with the curse, making Harry scream out even more, he knew he was out of breath, he knew that every muscle inside of his body was crying out in pain, he knew his sanity had long ago shattered into a million pieces, he knew that he was going to die. Yet Harry James Potter continued to scream out in sheer pain.

The curse continued to rip at him as he cowered on the floor, screaming as loudly as when he had started, tears poured from his eyes, laughter ringed in his ears, Harry wanted the daggers all around him to cease stabbing him, to stop penetrating his skin and ripping at his entire body.

Then it all ended suddenly, the laughter never ceased though, Harry felt his head roll back, and he lost consciousness.

A/N made a HUGE error... apparently Voldemort was dead for a moment ... so i've replaced it with a... "more better" version