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Harry leaned back against the wall and turned his head, exposing more of his neck to Bellatrix. His head was spinning out of control and he was burning up with the need for Bellatrix to sink her teeth into him. The teasing was worse than torture. Suddenly, he felt Bellatrix lick a trail from his cheek, down his neck. Harry shivered involuntarily but made no move to step away. She turned his head and repeated it with the other side of his face. A groan escaped his lips and Bellatrix pulled back and spun him around so that she was standing behind him. Her cold breath tickled his ear,

"Open your eyes, sugar."

Harry reluctantly opened his eyes and his sight was instantly met with his reflection in a mirror. He realized that the bruises around his neck had vanished and it all began to make sense to him. Bellatrix had never intended to bite him, she had been healing him. Harry noticed that even though Bellatrix was standing right behind him, her reflection wasn't showing in the mirror. She pressed a kiss to his neck and felt her head rest on his shoulder. Then she released him and spoke,

"Go back to bed, sugar. The Dark Lord shall not be pleased to find you here."

Harry closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall. Hadn't he come here to escape? Bellatrix stroked his cheek softly. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he felt overwhelmed by all the feelings and emotions. He never wanted to feel again. At least, he never wanted to feel all those negative emotions again. But how would he avoid feeling them when he would have to be around Voldemort? Another thought invaded his mind. Bellatrix didn't know who he was. He was certain that the Death Eaters especially Bellatrix wouldn't be so amicable if she found out his true identity. He was the reason for this curse. The reason Bellatrix and all the others were like this. Maybe he should be feeling guilty. But right now, he was feeling drained, his soul felt too heavy inside his body. His knees gave out. Bellatrix grabbed him again and held him up.

"What's wrong?"

Harry kept his eyes closed and focused on just breathing. Just when he was feeling a bit normal again, it hit him. The familiar twist of haze around him squeezed the air from his lungs. That hard, unrelenting pressure forced itself against his skin. Purple swirls danced in front of his eyes, and blackness stretched far, so far, into nothing…. He felt Bellatrix step away from him and Harry had no idea what was keeping him on his feet. He tried to move. But his limbs weren't working right. His body felt like he'd been dipped in molasses and hung out in the sun to dry. The air he sucked in was thick and scratched his throat. The edges of his vision were blurred as blackness seeped in.

Something forced his eyes open. Through the silvery moonlight in front of him, he saw, with an icy surge of terror, the dark outline of a man, tall and skeletally thin. Harry stared back into the face that he had been so curious to see. Whiter than a skull, with wide, livid scarlet eyes, and a nose that was as flat as a snake's, with slits for nostrils. His hands were like large, pale spiders, his arms, his face; the red eyes, whose pupils were slits, like a cat's, gleamed still more brightly through the darkness. Snakes coiled themselves around his body—a blue one twining around his leg, a red-and-gold-flecked snake wrapped twice around his waist. The yellow end of a tail slipped out from just around his right arm. A huge black snake slithered and hissed as it slinked around his neck. It ran its smooth body against his Adam's apple, tightening, and then turned its yellow gaze on him.

He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. He could only stare at the serpent as it wrapped itself around him, growing larger and longer until it became the darkness that surrounded him. It became a shadow, a part of him. Harry wanted nothing more than to close his eyes. To unsee what he had just seen but just like earlier when Lord Voldemort had kept his eyes forced closed, now he kept them forced wide open.

Voldemort's presence shoved against him slowly, like a mammoth pounding against a door he was desperately trying to close. His gaze sent his heart into a frenzy, causing his stomach to recoil, and turning his mind into a kaleidoscope. A cruel smile twisted his snake-like face and he hissed,

"Were you going somewhere, Harry?"

Harry couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. He could only stare wide eyed and terrified at the person standing barely an inch away from him. The person who had murdered his parents. The person who had sought to murder him. Whatever influence Voldemort had over him snapped at the hate, anger and rage returned. Harry pulled himself up straighter and squared his shoulders, not wanting Voldemort to see how sick he felt. Not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing how terrified he was,

"As a matter of fact, I was."

He attempted to sidestep Voldemort but Voldemort rested his hands on either side of his body, efficiently trapping him,

"Pray tell, where shall you go?"

Harry rested his head against the wall and took in Voldemort's face,

"Somewhere far away from you."

Voldemort leaned forward and laughed softly in his ear,

"Your spirt is commendable, Harry."

He lowered his voice and nearly hissed in his ear,

"Should I inform my Death Eaters of your true identity?"

Voldemort stroked his neck with a long, pale finger,

"It would be a shame. I can see that Bella was beginning to warm up to you."

Harry turned his head and met Voldemort's crimson gaze. He shook his head. Voldemort laughed and pulled away,

"Nevertheless, I shall give you your chance. If you manage to outrun me, I shall allow you, your freedom. But if I catch you before you exit my forest…well then…. I'll leave that to your imagination. You have not yet seen the extent of my cruelty."

Voldemort laughed demonically. Harry's eyes widened at the prospect. He weighed his chances and admitted to himself that they were very slim. But something was better than nothing and he was going to take them.

"Run, Harry."

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