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The blackness didn't last long and Harry jerked back to consciousness when he felt a sharp pain stab through his chest. His eyes flew open and he saw the thick woods all around him. How had he gotten here? Why the hell was he feeling so exhausted and drained? He tried to move his arms but realized too late that they were tied to a tree. His eyelids fluttered shut again as he felt pain coursing through his entire body. It wasn't intense. It was more like a dull throbbing. He tried to focus on where he was and how he'd gotten there. What would his relatives be thinking? He was definitely going to get punished for this. In a flash, a cry escaped his lips as it all came back to him. His head threatened to explode with the sharp pain that came with the memories. His relatives had dumped him here. And he'd been running to escape from Voldemort.
Voldemort, that name had never frightened him, however the image of the man downright terrified him now. He had caught him so effortlessly. He should have known that he hadn't stood a chance. He shouldn't have run. Harry was cursing his own stupidity when that dark, sinister voice made him freeze,
"Are you feeling more compliant now, Harry?"
Harry didn't miss the promise of pain behind those words. Fear tortured his guts and made his stomach churn in tense cramps. It was slowly starting to engulf his conscience, knocking all other thoughts aside, overwhelming his body and making it drastically exhausted. However, most of all, the fear was making him calm and that was what scared Harry the most. Harry opened his eyes and raised his head up to look at Voldemort standing a few feet away from him, dressed in black robes, his eyes were gleaming red and once again Harry caught sight of the huge snake wrapped around his shoulders, its tail coiled tightly around his throat. Harry wondered why Voldemort wasn't suffocating. The snake's yellow eyes were trained on him. It was too surreal and the question slipped out,
"Why is there a snake wrapped around your throat?"
A flicker of doubt and surprise crossed Voldemort's face for a brief moment but then almost instantly it was replaced by scorn. Harry watched the black snake slither around his throat, flicking its tail. The snake hissed. Harry's heart thudded in his chest. His flesh was on fire, his eyes useless and clouded in soot and ash. Currents of electricity surged and rushed, tingling in every vein as if he'd been asleep for a thousand years and only now, finally, he was beginning to wake. The snake turned back to shadows and disappeared inside Voldemort's skin. Harry realized he hadn't been breathing. He could breathe now, could think. Panting heavily, he hunched over as much as the ropes allowed him to, squeezed his eyes shut and willed the revulsion in his stomach to subside.
Harry felt long, spidery fingers grip his chin and he shivered involuntarily,
"I asked you a question."
Harry tried his best to string together words and managed to speak,
"I asked you one as well."
Harry felt his cheek sting as he realized that Voldemort had just backhanded him,
"Your insolence clearly illustrates the fact that you haven't learnt a lesson. Maybe I should hand you over to Greyback. He has been itching to take you somewhere private, as you requested."
Harry didn't care about what happened to him now. He was just too physically and mentally exhausted to be terrified or hurt. He could only murmur,
"Okay."
Harry barely registered Voldemort's fingers wrapped around his throat. Oh good, death was the best rest he could ever hope for but the fingers vanished and Harry's hope died. The ropes around his wrists vanished and Harry slumped to the ground and his body instinctively curled in on itself. He opened his eyes with extreme difficulty and found Voldemort's pale feet inches away from his face. Somehow, he found the fact that the man was barefoot extremely hilarious and he laughed deliriously.
Voldemort stared down at the boy, curled up on the forest floor. He had to wonder if the boy truly had lost his mind because it sure seemed like it. He was still perturbed about the snake statement though. Nagini was in the castle and he was fairly certain that Harry hadn't been talking about Nagini. But he had seen the way Harry's gaze had been fixated on his throat like the boy could see something there. Maybe Harry had been hallucinating. It was a viable option. Unconsciously, he moved his hand over his neck and then immediately let his hands fall. This was absurd. There was nothing there. They boy really had been hallucinating and it seemed they had gotten worse because his eyes were shut again but he continued to laugh weakly. He decided to indulge him,
"What amuses you, Harry?"
Harry's laughter died down and he watched as a frown crossed his features,
"You live in a huge castle and yet you don't wear shoes. Do you even have shoes?"
Voldemort shook his head in disbelief. That's what the boy had been laughing about. It seemed there was no way the boy could ever remain terrified. His fear lasted for barely a few minutes before being replaced by recklessness or curiosity. He could crush him in a heartbeat. He could torture him into oblivion. But none of that would work if the boy didn't fear him and he had a feeling that the boy really would never come to fear him. He didn't like the way he was thinking about him. He was the reason him and everyone associated with him had been cursed. By all accounts, he had the right to hurt him, torture him, break him. He had promised him that he would show him the extent of his cruelty if he failed to escape and the boy had failed. Well he had been doomed to fail. This forest was unescapable. Why wasn't he being cruel now? Maybe because the boy was barely in his senses. Anything he did now would have zero impact on him.
He looked down at Harry again and surmised that the boy had passed out, if his deep, steady breathing was anything to go by. He touched the red spot on his cheek where he had struck him. The boy hadn't even flinched at that. He lifted him up in his arms just like that night when Harry had first appeared in this castle. He had been curious then and he was curious now. His curiosity was the only thing stopping him from downright destroying the boy. There was something odd about Harry, well, not just something, he had noticed many strange things about him and he was certain that Harry wasn't aware of those things about himself as well. But now was not the time to reflect on them. He tightened his hold on Harry and apparated.
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