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Rating is pg-13 this is a A/U year5
It was cold...
Darkness all around...
Blind to what was around you...
Screams in the backround... Wanting to get free...
Was it his on voice screaming it was innocent, he couldn't tell...
Suddenly there was bright Green and red flashs before his eyes, and in front of him...
Was the dead, staring accusingly at Him, Saying HE was responsible, had blood on his hands...
Another Flash of green light, darker than before with Voldemort's mark, known as the darkmark, crossed over with a red and silver bolt of lighting before his eyes.
And Lord Voldemort was standing infront of him, in a circle of his loyal servants, Daetheaters.
Then Voldemort Spoke.
"My LOYAL deatheaters," Voldemort said in his high serpentine voice "It seems Lucius's Plan to take care of a little problem of ours, Potter, has worked. Step forth Avery, Macnair and lets not forget Lucius."
Three of the deatheaters stepped forth, Two of them used large, pround steps, one used a slow, Graceful step, yet still quite proud.
"Voldemort rewards his helpers, isn't that right Wormtail?"
Wormtail gulped nervously before repling. "Yes, m-Milord."
Voldemort seemed to smrik in amusement at wormtail, but it was gone to fast to check.
Voldemort reached into his pocket and took a vial of a strange silverery green potion and stangely, a muggle syringe.
"Muggles, though disgusting wastes of flesh and blood, make some of the most, Useful things, loathe as I am to admit it, Don't you agree Rockwood?"
A startled deatheater started to stutter, much to Voldemorts amusement, though he didn't show it.
"y-y-Yes m-m-m-Master, Very i-i-in-inter-interestly th-things they m-make." The deatheater looked like he was about to piss in his pants at the thought that he may have said something wrong.
Voldemort looked hard at him, fingered his wand in his hand, as rookwood had noticed.
"Very good Rockwood. Now I have done some researsh in ancient egyption texts, and I discovered something about muggles, the very reason the make these strange devices that work in some cases better than magic. Muggles long ago found a ancient city of wizards that used a strange art of magic that used items to make there results, not internal magic like we normally do. The muggles were jealous of these marvols these wizards were able to do and raided the peaceful town, stole the devices, killed the wizards and discovered small amounts of this magic. They corrupted this form of magic and long after this corruption set in they named it Technology. These devices the muggles use today is actually a corrupted form of magic that has lost most of it's power."
"Now I have experimented with the true forms of this magic and found extreme potensy for learning this ancient art in most of you. This potion is a mix of our potions and this magics serums to magic a more powerful result. The only problem is that it must be injected into the skin. Relax Lucius, Macnair, Avery, this won't hurt."
Lucius, Avery and, Macnair had tensed when they learned that the potion had to be injected with a crude, painful and most importantly, MUGGLE device until their master can make a device similar to it. They relaxed when they learned that the syringe wasn't supposed to hurt.
Voldemort slid the vial of potion into the syringe until they heard a click from it. Voldemort walked forward grapped Lucius's arm, pulled up the sleeve and was about to inject when he said.
"Much."
Smiling cruelly that would give a grown man nightmares. Voldemort pludged the long needle into Lucius's, who had tensed again, arm.
Lucius screamed in pain as a bright purple flame ingested him from the inside out. The flame burst from his body as he screamed in intense firery pain.
Macnair and Avery looked in horror at their fellow death eater as he was ingulfed in flames and a sickening smell of burning flesh filled the air. Knowing this fate was to befall them they shook in fear at the most powerful wizard at that time.
Voldemort refilled the syringe and seemed to bask in the screams if pain. He turned to Avery and Grabbed his arm as well. Voldemort Injected the Potion before Avery could Struggle. Now Avery was screaming as a purple flame burst from his body as well.
The deatheaters and their silent watcher watched in horror as Voldemort Refilled the syringe and again smiled. He grabbed Macnair, who knew better than to resist and submitted to his master's will. The flame that burst from Macnairs body was a Bright Purple tinged in yellow.
Voldemort Smiled in surprise at this color flame. Macnair was looking in wonder at himself without pain as the potion took affect.
Voldemort seemed to glow in the flames of the three.
Two minutes later Avery and Lucius dropped to the ground unharmed and unconcious. A Minute after that Macnair stood in amazement as the flames startedd to recede into his body. The Glow surronding Voldemort disapeared slowly.
Voldemort waved his yew wand at Avery and lucius and spoke"Enervate." As the two awakened Voldemort spoke again.
"This potion does three things. One is to check for trust in me as the potion is injected. Complere trust causes no pain and a Bright purple flame, tinged in yellow. Sometrust causes Minor pain as a test to see if you are worthy of the potions gifts, for you have not shown complete trust in the maker. And no trust your body is burned to the ground where you are reborn as a stack of dark ritual ingredients."
"The next thing the potion does, if you pass of course, is heal almost any physical ailments and improve the body to grant more strength, speed and, stamina. Of course the second effect increases your magic reserves as well."
"The last effect is to increase the makers strength, speed, stamina, magical strength and, to add a connection to the maker to ensure longer life."
Voldemort watched the stunned deatheaters as they processed this information. The started murmmering to each other the advantages and disadvantages to this. They all agreed that the advantages outweighed the disadvantages.
Voldemort noticed a shimmer in the air infront of him. he concentrated a type of legitimancy (sp?) wave at the spot and noticed it was hiting a portion of his own mind. He frowned and focused harder at the spot in his own mind instead of the projection infront of him. and image appeared.
Dirty, mud splashed and cutup clothes, black unruley hair covered in dirt and blood, and green eyes as bright of as a Avada Kedevra, but blood shot. It was a confused and injured Harry Potter inside of his own head. Voldemort was shocked, then angered at this, how was this possible. Then he realized the connection of his own blood and magic that had kept him alive over the last 13 years. His Last thought as he watched as Potter's pressence faded from his mind,
'This may prove useful...'
Harry opened his eyes and winced in pain. His trial was in two hours and he was stuck in a ministry holding cell. He couldn't even go to his own trial. He couldn't get evidence that proved he was innocent in time. All the signs pointed to him for the murder of the Diggory family, including Cedric. Even in his own mind he couldn't get peace. He saw images of the dead and he was now receiving visions from Voldemort. He could hear Voldemorts recent thoughts but no memories or knowledge. He knew that Voldemort knew about the connection, even voldemorts thories on the connection. But if they were true then he and Voldemort are blood brothers at least, seeing as voldemort used Harry's blood to revive himself.
It then hit harry like a ton of bricks, he had family, a dark, evil family, but a family none the less. It set his mind whirling. It wouldn't be right to harm family ,serverly anyway. But this was Voldemort. of all people. He wasn't soposed to have second thoughts at hating him.
But he was...
And he didn't think he cared anymore. His friends had abandoned him. His godfather and Remus said they would stick by him to the end, but they couldn't help, not when one was a escaped convict and the other a werewolf. Hagrid was also by his side but he couldn't help either, for he was a half-giant. Albus Dumbledore was inraged at his former student, he believed him guilty and believed he couldn't be the one that the greatest secret he had from harry could be about. The only family that he considered his own, the Weaslys hated him, except for Ginny, Bill, the twins and surprisingly, the traitor of that family, Percy.
Thinking about his friends and old family was hard . They had come to visit him yesterday...
FLASHBACK
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The Aurors came to visit him again, maybe just maybe they could just skip on the physical abuse this time
A auror came to the cell, sneered at him and spat.
"Potter, You have visitors."
The Auror kicked his leg inbetween the bars of his cell and kicked in the small of his back. Harry didn't make a sound, they have been beating him for days allready, it didn't make a difference. The auror spat at him, the noxious liquid made a direct hit on one of his cuts, this time Harry did yelp in pain, and turned to face the auror, staring with a frightenly expressionless face and a blank stare. Harry knew that his friends wouldn't believe him, seeing as some of them had betrayed him already.
The auror turned and waved with his hand before turning and leaving. Harry heard him say one last thing before he left and it was to someone out of sight.
"Have fun, and don't forget if you want to hurt him, don't leave much evidence, don't want the judges to believe his lies now do we?"
The Weasley family minus percy walked in with Remus Lupin and Hermione Granger. They all looked furious execpt a few of their expressions looked forced, like they were acting. Those with a forced expression were Bill, Ginny, Fred, Geogre and, Remus. Hermione looked at him accusingly and spoke first.
"How could you do this Harry? We believed in you and you let us believe you were good, HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO US! Hermione screamed the last part at him before bursting into histererical tears..
Molly and Arthur Weasley bothed looked grim and tightlipped. Ron looked very arrogant and sneered at him then spoke.
"I knew you were evil Potter, I knew it, you may had fooled me during the triwizard tournament, but you will never fool me again, you FILTHY TRAITOR!. Ron smirked at harry before saying and doing two things he will regret in soon in time, for it was the last two cracks that broke mirror of their past lifes.
"You know what Potter, Malfoy's been calling you the wrong thing over the years, for if anyone has dirty bool it is you, you Mudblood."
Harry's eyes snapped in rage, no one and I mean noone insulted his parents, they had died to protect him.
Ron noticed the sudden expression of rage at his former bestfriends face, and basked in the feeling of vile pleasure in gave him to inrage the criminal. He decided to use his grand finish then leave fealing proud of what he did.
He pulled a miniture book and broom from his pocket and grabbed Charlie's wand and tapped the book to bring it back to normal size, revealing a picture album, HARRY'S picture album and Harry's prized firebolt.
He smirked at the horror filled daze his former friend was in as Harry guessed what Ron was about to do.
"Recognize these Potter? It's your picture album and firebolt." He aimed the wand at the picture album and spoke calmly and without hesitation "Incendio." The Album caught fire and Harry lept at the bars to grab the flaming album. Harry managed to get the burning book and drop it in his small amount of water he received in just the holding cell. the fire stopped. Harry opened the book to find one picture not burnt to a crisp he took in into his burned hands and look at it. It was his parents wedding day.he placed it in his pocket and turned to Ron, who had just finished saying,
"It would be a waste if I destroyed such a perfect broom, guess I'll keep it."
Harry, with his emerald eyes actually Glowing, the pupils slitted like a snakes looked at Ron and spoke in a soft silky, dangerous voice, whose tones carried the very serpentine hiss Voldemort was famous for.
"You will pay for that Weasley, you WILL pay."
Ron hearing that reached into his pocket and pulled out a sack that harry relized was his as well, it was his money sack and it had his key.
"Here you go potter, here's a knut, and I bet it's worth more than you. and before you ask, Dumbledore Gave us your key to griggots, so we have your money now, alls fair ends fair." Ron threw a bronze knut at Harry's face.
Harry seeing it coming tilted his head a fraction and the knut missed his head. He then lounged at the Ron through the bars of his cell and managed to actually hit him. Hard. In the place all males fear to be hit.
Ron as fell to the ground in pain, Charlie grabbed his wand back and fired a bludgening curse at harry, who still was after ron. The curse nocked harry into the wall hard. everyone there heard a loud crack as harry's left arm broke at a odd angle. Harry didn't make a noice at this, but he raised his pained and anger filled gaze at All of them.
Suddenly a auror walked into the room and asked how the visit was going. Molly weasley then told the auror.
"He just tried to attack my son, if you ask my opinion, he doesn't deserve a trial."
The auror nodded at this and told them to hurry up the visit. While they were leaving Remus tossed a small peice of parchment into the room and left without another word.
Harry looked at the parchment and read what it said.
Harry,
I, remus, hagrid, the twins, Moody, ginny, my cousin nymphadora Tonks and, bill will stick by you no matter what, even if you really have gone dark. Sorry kiddo but Dumbledore believes you did it as well., I managed to save your school notes, texts, the muraders map and your invisibility cloak from distruction, but your other stuff isn't so lucky. I managed to freeze the amount of gold going to your wizards account each month so the weasleys and dumbledore won't steal all of your money. stay sane, I'll try to gather more people that will stick with you even if you have gone dark. I'm sorry for not being there for you kiddo but I'm trying. once I get enough people I'm going to get you out of hat hellhole or die trying.
yours turely,
Snuffles.
P.s. put the parchment in your mouth and it will desolve into a long lasting strengthing potion, my and moonys invention, with the twins. do this soon, you'll need it.
END FLASHBACK
Two hours later Harry was sentanced to 3 lifetimes in maximum surcurity cell 17 in Azkaban Prison.
A/N The next chapter should start with the trip to azkaban. if anyone has any ideas on how they want the story to go please either review or email me at