Chapter 11: Remembrance

Harry woke with a slight groan. As his eyes flickered open and came into focus, he found himself looking into a pair of eyes.

Blood red eyes.

Something stirred in his mind. Something this reminded him of. But he could not place it, and knew he would not.

The face that the red eyes belonged to was hideous. Skull white, with slit like nostrils, like a snake. It did not make it any better when it's lips became a sneering smile.

'Ahh good. Your awake, Harry.' The voice that spoke was slightly raspy, and had a hint of power in it. Harry frowned.

'Who are you?' He asked in a groggy voice.

He looked around. He was in a circular room, and was bent down in front of a throne, a dark twisted throne. The man was sitting on the throne. Or was it a man? Harry did not know if the thing in front of him classified, but perhaps it had been. Once.

Around the room were many people. They were all darkly clad, and he could not see their faces beneath the hoods of the robes. One held him up by his arms painfully, so he was not lying on the floor. Harry looked back at the figure on the throne in confusion. He had a slight smirk on his face.

'Oh you do not remember?' He asked, not waiting for an answer before he continued. 'This is terrible indeed. Surely you remember us?'

Harry frowned again and shook his head slowly. The figure moved his arms out in a warm gesture, though this proved t be anything but warm.

'We are your friends. Your family.'

Harry's frowned deepened.

'I was told that my parents were killed, by he-who-must-not-be-named.'

His smile flickered.

'And who told you that?' He asked.

'Ginny Weasley,' He said. 'Who are you?'

'I am Lord Voldemort.' He said, smiling slightly; if you could call the twisted expression on his face that. 'This Ginny, she told you that your parents were killed by someone?'

'Yes.' Harry nodded.

'Such lies. I suppose they would tell them though, if they wanted you to trust them.'

Harry raised an eyebrow.

'What?' He asked. He did not know who this Voldemort was, but he wanted to find out.

'They say that I killed your parents. But I would never do such a thing. Your parents and I were such dear friends.'

Harry didn't remember his parents, but he couldn't imagine anyone being 'dear friends' with the man in front of him.

'You're he-who-must-not-be-named?' Harry asked incredulously.

'To them I am. Though they spread lies. They are the true villains.'

'What do you mean by that?'

'Harry,' He started, leaning forward slightly. 'They killed your parents.'

Harry was silent for many moments, taking in what had been said. He was not sure whether to believe this snake like man, but a part of him wanted the truth, and this seemed to be it.

'But, why would they say that?' He asked.

'They want you for their side. It was a good thing that we saved you when we did, otherwise they could have done some terrible damage.'

Harry frowned again, trying to put together pieces.

'But, they seemed so nice.'

'That's what they wanted you to think, so you would trust them. But you cannot trust murderers.'

Harry was silent once more, thinking it over. Maybe that was why Ginny had not wanted to tell him his history, because she did not know it. He started to feel himself believing this man, no matter how hideous he appeared.

'Can you tell me my history?' He asked.

Voldemort nodded and started to speak.

Ginny was woken by someone shaking her. She groaned.

'Go away.' He said groggily. She was not ready to face the world, especially with the happenings of the night before.

'Ginny, it's really important.' A voice said that Ginny knew all too well. She turned over reluctantly to face a worried Hermione, and sat up.

'What's wrong?' She asked.

'It's Harry,' she said. 'He's gone!'

Ginny shot up.

'What!'

'He's not in his bed, and they think he's been kidnapped!'

Ginny's eyes widened. It couldn't be death eaters? No, Voldemort was gone. Still, this was a serious problem.

'Quick, let's go!' Ginny said.

Voldemort had left the room, saying that he would give Harry some time to think over what had just been said. Harry's mind was racing.

His parents had been killed by those that had had him earlier. They had killed them because they thought they were dangerous. Harry's parents had been the kindest people alive, so Voldemort said. And they had killed them without reason. Without heart.

Harry had been taken in by Voldemort and had been taught magic with him. He had always been taught that one day he would have his vengeance, as they all would.

The group of people had all had similar experiences to Harry, and had banded up to form a strong group of betrayed. Harry had been with them. They had fought, sometimes to small victories, sometimes to losses. No matter what the outcome they fought hard.

Then in one such battle, Harry had been rendered unconscious. He had been told that they had tried to get to him, but couldn't. He had been taken captive, and they had lost the battle.

Voldemort had sent someone to save him, because no one got left behind. They had had a contact that had told them that Harry had woken, and then retrieved him before they could cause too much damage.

Harry believed this story, and now felt something. Anger, Hatred, fury? Yes. Ginny had seemed so friendly, so real. But she had just been tricking him. Trying to get him to believe something that was not true. Hatred boiled out of him, as he clenched his fists in anger.

Voldemort watched Harry from outside the room with a satisfied smirk on his face. Lucius Malfoy stood behind him as he watched Harry's anger.

'Has it worked, my lord?' Lucius asked. Voldemort's smirk widened.

'Yes, Lucius, I believe it has.'

'What are you to do now, my lord?'

Voldemort was silent for a moment, as if marveling at his plan.

'See how far we can push this false remembrance.'

Harry turned to look as the door open and admitted Voldemort and a death eater. He took a seat in his throne once more and eyed Harry.

'Are you alright? Surely after hearing this you must be a little shocked?' he asked.

Harry was shocked it was true, but he was angrier than shocked by the news. He looked at Voldemort, the hatred he was feeling visible in his eyes.

Voldemort nodded, as if was taking Harry's body language as an answer.

'Well I was actually wondering, Harry, if you would do a little job for us. It is ok for you to say no, what with what you've just been through, but-'

'I'll do it.' Harry interrupted. He wanted more than anything to prove that he could do this once more. He didn't want to be seen as weak. Though he did not know what the job was, he still wanted to do it.

'Excellent.' Voldemort said comically, smiling.

'What do I have to do exactly?' He asked.

Voldemort smirked.

'I want you to kill Ginny Weasley.'

A/N: ok im sorry for another cliff hanger…and im sorry if your upset by this chapter (I know my beta was so angry that she stormed away from the computer) but please…don't stop reading! Its all part of the story! Please tell me what you think:) even though most of u will probably be angry/upset

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