Title: Death's Door
Author: gothgurl666
Beta(s): gothgurl's boy & sadlilgothgirl
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I am not making a profit off this fanfic.
Summary: AU. Harry Potter hid the worst abuse he received at the Dursley's. The loss of his godfather has sent him spiraling out of control but what does this mean to the wizarding world. Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the real Harry Potter that was waiting to appear.
He awoke and the first thing he noticed was the chains. There was no pain because he had been hanging there for so long that his hands were numb. He did not envy himself when he regained feeling. Knowing that there were no real serious injuries to his body he turned to the rest of the room.
It made his blood run cold. It was the place that haunted his nightmares. He was in Voldemort's throne room or what he could fondly call hell. And worse yet he was not alone. On the raised dais Voldemort sat on a throne made of bones and precious gems. It was a sight to inspire fear and that it did.
Ruby eyes met his from across the room. Except for the eyes he looked exactly like his sixteen year old self from his journal. Instead of making him look more human it somehow made him look even more fearful. After all, one expected a monster to look monstrous.
Harry Potter and his mortal enemy stared at each other both unable to look away. Suddenly there were many small pops within the room as the Death Eaters arrived. The moment was broken as they lost eye contact. Voldemort stood from his throne and began to pace greet his servants.
"My loyal and faithful servants, tonight you will witness the end of Harry Potter the boy-who-lived," he spat. "Tonight will be a night to remember."
The Death Eaters cheered and screamed there delight. Voldemort raised his hand and they went deathly quiet.
"But first I will have a little fun." Once again the Death Eaters yelled and laughed maliciously. "Bring in the prisoners."
Harry's eyes held a tiny bit of fear as a group of four Death Eaters entered with two people with bags over their heads. They were thrown at Harry's feet. Their hands were free and they removed the bags. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger lay at Harry's feet.
Hermione leapt up to try and help Harry with the chains but quickly found out that only magic would help her. Ron stood behind her watching their backs. Hermione then broke into sobs.
"Harry we didn't even have time to fight. We were so unprepared and look at you, you're hurt. Oh, Harry," she continued to cry in Ron's lap.
She eventually stopped all the while Death Eaters were taunting them.
"Now if you're quite through," Voldemort said, "I will have some answers before I kill you." All eyes turned back to the Dark Lord. "You have been unusually quiet Harry. Where is that stupid Gryffindor courage you usually come storming in with?" Harry just remained quiet.
"Ah, has the lion learned caution. Now Harry I would like to know why your Guardians' house is in rubble and my mark is floating above the house when neither I nor any of my Death Eaters cast it?"
Hermione and Ron looked at Harry. "Harry . . . ". Hermione said. Harry then decided it was time he was out of his chains.
He looked at Voldemort and said, "Excuse me." He released himself from the chains with wandless magic.
The astonished Death Eaters looked at Voldemort who simply replied, "Touché".
Harry looked at his friends.
Hermione began, "Tell us he is lying Harry. We believe you. He is just trying to turn us away from you."
"Yeah mate, just tell us," Ron said.
Harry looked at his two closest friends and knew they didn't know him at all. "I can't tell you he is lying. I killed them," he said defiantly.
"Harry, oh gods, how could you?" Hermione asked slowly backing away from him.
"I'm not the person you think you know. The Harry you know was just me trying my best to be the hero that you wanted me to be."
"Harry, I don't understand. What are you talking about," Hermione asked.
Harry sighed wearily. "If I'm to spill my secrets I do not wish to be stopped." He turned to Voldemort, "I request that I may speak uninterrupted," he said a tad bit mockingly.
"Why of course, Harry," he returned with no less disdain.
Harry turned back to his 'friends'. "Everyone knows the beginning of my story, the boy-who-lived crap. So I'll skip to what you don't know. I was sent to live with my relatives. They lied to me. Did you know that I did not know I was a wizard until my eleventh birthday? They told me that my parents were drunks and died in a car crash. But that wasn't the worst thing. No the worst thing that they did was whore me out."