Disclaimer: I love Harry Potter! That doesn't mean I own it.
(A/N: Back again! I'm probably going to be spending more time on this story because I have more of this already written in a notebook. Well here's the first real chapter!)
Chapter 2: The Spell
Harry was sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room trying to work on his homework but was becoming increasingly annoyed as he sensed his two best friend's gazes glancing at him and then at each other in turn. Finally, he couldn't take the tension anymore and he abruptly rose to his feet and said quietly, "I'm going for a walk," before leaving the Common Room to go down by the lake.
He had been doing this a lot lately. It was on its banks that he had saved Sirius from the dementors. His eyes filled with tears as he thought about his godfather, but he blinked them back. Crying helped nothing, it only made him look weak. He had cried on and off during the summer in the privacy of his darkened room at Privet Dive, but it didn't bring him back. He sat down on a rock and gazed down into the rippling waters, thinking. Why does whoever's up there want to make me miserable? What did I do wrong to deserve this? Then he remembered, I was born. 'Neither can live while the other survives.' The words of Sybill Trelawney had played over and over in his mind, torturing him with the thought of his inevitable fate. Still, he would have liked to know sooner than later. Why me, though? Because he saw himself in me before he had ever seen me. That's what Dumbledore said. But what does that mean? Is it because we're both half-bloods or is it something else? He contemplated this for what seemed to be the millionth time. Then another thought rose to the tope of his mind. 'But he will have power the Dark Lord knows not'. What power do I have? Dumbledore said it was something that was under study at the Department of Mysteries in the locked room, that it was that that took me to save Sirius and that saved me from Voldemort when he possessed me. But I still don't get it. Damn Dumbledore for speaking in riddles. Can't he just once give me a straight answer? And if is that stupid power that took me to save Sirius then I don't like it much. If I hadn't 'played the hero' again as Hermione puts it, Sirius wouldn't have died. He had never gotten to say goodbye and one of the last things he had said to him was that he was less like his father than he had thought and that the thrill would have been what made it fun for James.
He continued to brood for a few minutes until, suddenly, he heard a ragged breathing behind him. But before he could turn around he felt a hand close over his mouth and grab his writs in a tight grip behind his back. Harry struggled against his mysterious attacker and tried to yell but the person's hand was doing its job and his attempts at noise proved fruitless. Looking down at it he saw it was made of a silvery substance. Only one person Harry knew had a silver hand. It was Wormtail. He struggled even more at this realization but Wormtail ignored him and proceed to drag him backwards toward the forbidden forest. Harry immediately began to rack his brains for the wandless magic he had taught himself but at that moment he stumbled and his glasses fell. 'Great,' he thought sarcastically, 'Now I'm blind, too.' Wormtail took him to a dark clearing in the forest and took out his wand. He took out his wand and conjured ropes, a blindfold, and a gag. He then tied him up, stuffing the gag roughly into his mouth, and blindfolding him, making wandless magic useless as he couldn't see his target. Harry lay on the ground trying to figure out what to do when a sudden explosion of pain in his scar and a crack announced the arrival of Voldemort and a whole lot of trouble for the boy who lived.
"Why if it isn't the famous Harry Potter," he said and Harry could hear the glee in his voice, "You have been quite a nuisance, haven't you? I have been trying for 15 years but I still can't kill you. But Harry, I will not make that mistake again. No, I will dispose of you another way. Have fun with your parents, Potter. You'll be there a while, I promise you." He raised his wand, "eradico res ut preteritus permissum is vado."
(A/N: it's Latin. Thanks InterTran! It's an online translator.)
Harry felt the magic build steadily around him and as Voldemort completed the spell it reached a climax. Right before he fainted he heard the sounds of high-pitched laughter and distant screams.