Sorry for the cliffy last chapter but authors love cliffies! Can't blame them.. too much anyways ^.^ Enjoy!
"Normal Speech"
'Parseltongue'
'thoughts'
"Emphases"
'Mental Speech'
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Harry opened his eyes slowly, instantly recognizing the design of the room, cursing to himself.
"You surprise me Harry." A silky voice purred next to him. Turning his head he met eyes with now young Dark Lord. "Did you really think you could escape this place?"
"Has it ever stopped me before?" Harry replied, he glared daggers at the man. "But what are you going to do to me now? Kill me? Torture me?"
"Normally the first, but the later does not sound to back. But tell me Harry, am I going to torture you?"
Harry was forced to meet his eyes. "No you aren't... if you were you'd have me locked up in a cell."
Voldemort chuckled. "You know too well Harry, or is it that... it's exactly what you would do? We are so much alike after all."
"I am nothing like you!" Harry snapped and made a run for the door. He'd never stop. He'd always search for a way out, he had to.
The door slammed shut. "How very Gryffindor of you Harry. Strange seeing as you meant to be the mighty house of Slytherin."
Harry turned back to him. "How did yo-"
"Your mind is an open book to me Harry. Not surprising as you are my beloved seventh horcrux." He practically purred the last three words. A smirk drawing across his face as defeat swarmed Harry's eyes. Harry knew how protective Voldemort was of his things, he knew it was over, but he still wouldn't stopped trying to find away. He'd find a way to kill himself.
"Don't bother trying to kill yourself. A Horcrux can't die of mortal objects."
Harry cursed to himself again. He had no where to go as Voldemort approached him. A single finger touched his cheek and he fell to his knees. Voldemort chuckled as he knelt in front of the boy. "No one will be able to find you Harry. And if by the slime chance they do, I'll be sure you have a front row sit to watch them die." Harry knew he wasn't lying. "And besides," The Dark Lord continued. "Do you really think that if you do escape that the light will welcome you with open arms once they find out that you're the reason I'm alive? They will all want you dead, and how will that girl, Ginny, feel? She'll probably kill herself, then so will her brothers. Her mother probably out of pure grief. Do you really want to be the cause of such pain Harry?"
Ginny. Harry's mind was trying so hard to find a way out he forgot about her. What if Voldemort was right? What if Ginny would do something like that? He knew the brother's would be overwhelmed with grief, what if one of them tried something? Then Mrs. Wesley would...
The Dark lord smirked, he knew he had broken the boy. He never thought it'd be this easy, but after all, love is ones greatest weakness. One reason he cast that emotion away. "So you see Harry. If you want Ginny alive and well, you'll have no choice but to stay."
"I hate you..." Harry said, he head hanging low.
"So Harry... are you going to cast your silly attempts at escape away? I'll assure my death eaters to spare the Wesley's and all those that are currently at Hogwarts."
Harry had no choice. Voldemort wasn't lying. No more blood was to be spilled. And Harry couldn't live knowing he was the cause of their deaths. "I... I will..."
I know, I know. Short Chapter. Sorry about that. But anyways Please review and thanks for your support! Oh and check out my story Harriet Potter: Being of Magic. I understand it's not very good but please give it a try! (It's not female Harry but of Harry's 2nd daughter.) Thanks!