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Lord Voldemort watched Harry eat. The boy was afraid, even though he still wasn't showing it. After a few minutes, Harry finally spoke again,

"I'm done."

Voldemort licked his lips,

"Did you eat to your hearts content?"

Harry nodded his head shakily. He didn't want to look scared but he was and Voldemort's voice was making his skin crawl,

"My death eaters will surely enjoy your company tonight."

Harry visibly gulped at that and Voldemort chuckled darkly. Harry felt indignant. Voldemort was playing with him and he was allowing it. He steeled himself and pushed his fear back. He wouldn't let Voldemort know he was afraid. Summing up all his courage, he smiled and spoke,

"I can't wait to meet them."

Voldemort felt his annoyance return. How did the boy manage that? He had to figure it out. He had to figure him out.

Harry rose to his feet and grabbed the map and the pocket watch from the table,

"Lead the way or point it out."

Voldemort felt his hands ball into fists. This was getting annoying. The boy's guts were getting on his nerves on and he couldn't wait to watch him break.

Harry stepped out of the dining hall and looked around the dark corridors lit with torches. The entire place felt eerily terrifying at night. Voldemort gave him instructions as he moved through the corridor and soon enough he found himself in a particularly darker part of the castle. The torches weren't alight here and the only source of illumination was the silvery moonlight. Harry walked through the dark corridor awaiting further instructions but none came.

Voldemort hung back and watched Harry proceed. His death eaters would be upon Harry like flies on honey.

The first cackle that rang through the air made Harry freeze and made Voldemort grin maliciously. The show was starting.

Harry stood his ground and tried to discern where the cackling was coming from but it didn't take him long because soon enough, the silence surrendered to the haunting scream of footsteps, the footsteps approached him, lurking closer. A narrow stream of moon light filled little areas of the ground as it spotlights, several shadow quickly followed avoiding the light watching him. He could barely make out the dark shapes in the shadows but he ascertained that he was surrounded. Through it all, Harry felt Voldemort's familiar intense gaze on him and it made him angry. He wasn't going to be afraid. He wouldn't be afraid.

One of the dark shapes stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight. It was a woman. Well she looked like a woman. She was a tall woman with long, thick shiny dark hair, thin lips, heavily-lidded eyes with long eyelashes, and a strong jaw. She looked like any normal woman but then she smirked and Harry saw the sharp fangs,

"Well well well. Fresh meat. Where did you come from and I wonder what you would taste like?"

She stepped closer to him and her gaze came to rest on the locket around his neck. Her eyes widened and she spun around. It seemed she had found what she was looking for because she instantly fell on her knees,

"My Lord!"

Harry surmised that she was addressing Lord Voldemort,

"I did not mean to claim what is yours, my Lord."

Voldemort chuckled darkly and Harry felt extremely puzzled,

"You may not claim him but you have my permission to taste him. Hurt him, terrify him, make him scream but do not kill him."

The paralyzing fear at those words spread through Harry's body like icy, liquid metal. He clenched his fists as he hesitantly took a step back. He noticed that his feet were trembling and his legs twitched. He valiantly fought the impulse to whirl around and sprint down that shadowed corridor; his throat felt constricted.

"Thank you, my lord. You are ever gracious."

She then turned to Harry and bared her fangs,

"I'm Bellatrix. And you and I are in for a very long night."

She drew closer to him and Harry's fear grew out of proportion and he felt as if he was being smothered by an invisible hand. His breathing becomes erratic, deep, then shallow. He fought it. He tried to fight the feeling as his body writhed to be free or shut down entirely. He backed up further and he felt the wall behind him. He was cornered and there was nowhere he could run now.

She licked her red, voracious lips and Harry knew then what was going to happen to him. He closed his eyes and shuddered uncontrollably,

"Tell me your name."

Harry couldn't reply. His mouth felt too dry. Voldemort's smooth voice rang through the dark corridor and replied for him,

"His name is Harry."

Harry felt the intense urge to beg Voldemort to stop this because he felt that only he could. But he didn't want to give him the satisfaction. And so, he opened his eyes, jutted his chin out and spoke,

"My name is Harry and I'm certain you'll enjoy what I taste like."

Voldemort practically growled in annoyance at Harry's obstinacy.

Harry knew he would regret this. Maybe he would die from the pain. But, at least, he would die knowing that he wasn't a coward. Slowly, he threw his head back, undid the top two buttons of his oversized shirt and exposed his throat,

"Bite me."

Voldemort licked his lips and felt something akin to desire in his heart as he watched Harry expose his neck. He began to doubt his initial decision. He shook away his doubt. He wanted to see him broken right now more than anything.

Bellatrix drew closer to him and Harry closed his eyes. He felt her unnaturally cold breath on his neck and shivered uncontrollably. She trailed her tongue over his neck, exactly where his jugular was located and Harry couldn't suppress the shocked gasp that escaped his lips. She dragged her fangs over his skin and Harry grabbed the wall for support as his knees threatened to give out.

The pain was sudden and overwhelming as Bella plunged her teeth in his jugular. One of her hands grabbed the back of his head and held him in place while her other hand held him around the waist and kept him pinned to the wall. Harry couldn't stop the scream that escaped his lips as the pain grew unbearable. His body spasmed and he couldn't stand still anymore. He wanted to struggle and get away from those fangs but Bella was stronger than him and she kept him pinned effortlessly and continued to drain his blood.

He had no idea for how long Bella drained him or how long he continued to scream. It felt like ages to him. His consciousness was floating through an empty space filled with a thick static. Throughout the inky space his heartbeats pounded loudly and echoed in his ears. Harry felt his senses draining away along with the blood in his body until finally all was black.

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