He smiled broadly, the snitch was in his hand and of all people his real biological family was the ones to stand there and congratulate him.
Then it was as sudden as a power cut, Harry's head began to throb with unbearable pain. His legs and body weakened as one and his head felt like it was being run over by the Hogwarts express again and again and again.
"Harry whets wrong, you don't look so good" a voice said, Harry knew that voice but could not dwell on it the pain in his head was intensifying, and he suddenly felt as if his mind was being forced through a tube and into another's, and to some extent it had.
He was in a room; dark was its color and dark was its owner. Lord Voldemort sat upon a Silver throne at the end of the long room.
It was a room fit for a king but given for a monster, the walls were decked with what Harry would describe as a Dark Lords idea of art, and obviously he had no taste.
"Macnair you say you have news," Voldemort and Harry spoke as one.
Macnair was bowing deeply at the hem of his masters robes, his nose touching the floor.
"Yes my lord, I have news, terrible news"
"Then get on with it" Voldemort sneered, Harry could tell the man was getting impatient as his head throbbed with more pain yet.
"It involves the Potters my lord" Macnair said with a voice that showed his fear of giving such news to his master.
Harry froze at the name, what did he know? How much did he know?
"What has Potter done this time?" Voldemort spoke his name with more venom then a snake.
"Not Potter, my lord, but Potters" Macnair riddled.
"Would you stop talking in riddles and tell me this information before I dispose of you permanently" Voldemort said, his wand twirling in his fingers.
Harry felt visibly sick, how could a man be so cold hearted as to kill the very people willing to follow him, but then again who could be so idiotic as to join his ranks in the first place; well Harry could name a few there but it was hardly the time.
"of course my lord, it is the potters. Lily and James they aren't dead my lord" Macnair said with a trembling voice.
Harry continued to listen he felt only numb, they knew? How did they know?
If Harry thought he felt pain before it was nothing like what he felt next. The anger that radiated off Voldemort at this news was so unbearable that Harry felt he would rather die a thousand deaths than feel what he was currently.
"How! They are supposed to be dead, are you sure?" Voldemort said he seemed so angry and panicked, everything would change with this piece of news, his plan to defeat potter would no longer work not with his parents alive and with him.
"Yes my lord, my contact saw and spoke to them themselves" Macnair said, he could tell that his master was furious beyond belief and did not wish to be around at the present moment.
"MM-AARGH CRUCIO" Voldemort screamed at Macnair, more for just something to do and vent his anger off then to actually punish the man.
Macnair went down and screeched unbearable screams, Voldemort's pain was the most horrible kind, but when he was angry it was by far the worst.
Harry felt that any longer that he would have to listen to those screams, and feel such anger filling his head that he seriously would die, before he even had a chance to really speak with his family, or get to know them or anything. But the screams ended and while Voldemort's anger lingered it was not as high as it was, because a new plan was form.
A malevolent smile spread on his face, and he called forth his servant, "Macnair, hold out your arm."
Macnair was whimpering silently from the intense pain that still lingered, but did not dare to disobey his lord and held out his arm.
Voldemort took his long and thin index finger and pressed it into the mark that rest on Macnair's arm.
It darkened and soon the room was filled with the sounds of swishing cloaks.
Death eater after death eater approached their master and kissed his robes and offered their devotion.
"Welcome back everyone I have a new mission for you"
Though the masks of the servants were on, their masks could not hide their smiles of glee.
" it has come forth to my attention that that the Potters are not yet dead, but we shall see how long that lasts, find them, kill them, spare no one, but the boy he's mine"…
The last thing Harry saw in this particular vision was the maniacal smile spread across his enemies face and the swish of fifty or so black cloaks, before he was pulled back, back into his own mind.
Outsiders view:
"Harry what's wrong? You don't look so good" Sirius said.
Well that might have been because Harry did not feel so good and only moments later collapsed on the ground.
James watched in horror, as Harry collapsed and started screaming his lungs out, his face contorted with pain and revulsion. His son's cursed scar, looked as if it was ready to burst open, and was a beet root red against his pale face.
James could not move he was to shocked, what was wrong what happened?
Lily and the others had obviously heard the screams as well, as they had dropped what they were doing and rushed outside.
Lily gasped as she saw her son on the ground screaming, his friends were kneeling around him desperately trying to snap him out of it, it looked as if they had dealt with it before.
Isabelle and Brandon stood frozen, they did not know very much about their brother they knew less then their parents, probably less then the press, but they were scared out of their minds what was happening?
Sirius and Remus finally cleared their heads enough to think clearly and both shot spouts of water at Harry who looked positively ill.
It seemed to snap him out of it somewhat, as he turned on his side, and puked up his breakfast and dinner from the night before, they all knew one thing something, something terrible happened or was about to and Harry was about to weakly confirm this fear.
Harry's head throbbed painfully still and showed no sign of settling any time soon. Something more was going on, if it had been anybody else Harry would have said that Voldemort was ready to kill, but seeing he did that anyways some other emotion fit with Voldemort. Something more then a Physco killer out to take over the world, for the mere minutes Harry sat in his head he felt so much anger behind so much power that Voldemort's plan to take over the world seemed possible.
"Their coming" He whispered.
A.N. so I know that It is short about four pages but it is sort of like a prologue into the next chapter. And for those of you that don't like cliff hangers I am so sorry I gave you another one I didn't mean to I just did so don't hurt me Pwease! I was not entirely fond of the chapter but I thought it was a little better than the last one (I hope!) leave a review and tell me what you think I would love to hear from each and every one of you, PLEASE!
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