Thought things were bad for Harry before? Think again.
(tip of the melting icebreg!)
Anyone not comfortable with darker genres and voilence, and/or suggestive adult themes may want to stop reading this story now. It gets worse from here on out.
Harry gazed up at the white picket fence and gate. His parents old house had a distinct blue door and even though Harry knew it was uninhabited, the house still looked to be in a remarkable state.
The windows along the bottom of the house were boarded up and a shadow seemed to linger over the house; an unfinished story. Harry never imagined he'd find himself afraid of it, it was after all his home but as he looked on he felt a growing dread at what he had to do.
"Young Harry returns home" Harry withdrew his wand and immediately tried to apparate. Nothing happened. He felt his heart miss a beat and he turned to face the Dark Lord.
He stood about five meters back from Harry and grinned when he heard the pop of the unsuccessful escape attempt. Harry raised his wand and pointed it at him. Voldemort shook his head.
"You can't kill me Harry, but then you already know that".
Harry frowned at him "Oh but I could Tom. You seem to be forgetting the ministry, you can't posses me. I hold all the cards now. You have no power here". Harry spat with relish.
Voldemort's eyes flashed red and he took a step towards Harry. "I only require your blood Harry, that is all".
Harry snickered. "That may well be true Tom, but I have to be alive. Now if you don't mind I have a prior engagement". Voldemort took yet another step forward and his gaze shifted the house behind Harry.
"I knew you would come back here" he toyed with his wand in his hands. "It has changed surprisingly little" He turned his red eyes back on Harrys. "I could do it for you of course, it would be my pleasure".
Harry snorted loudly "I'm sure it would Tom. Change your mind at the last minute? Extract certain memories?" He shook his head and noticed the vein in Voldemorts forehead pulsate and extrude further.
"It's my destiny too boy, mine to hear". He said.
Harry shrugged wordlessly. "Why does it matter? There are no Horcruxes left, besides one and that's as good as gone".
Voldemorts gaze flickered with surprise. He tilted his head slightly and approached Harry slowly. For every step forward Harry echoed his movements moving back. There was an insane look on the Dark wizards features, a desperate look.
"I won't let you do Potter" His voice was like death itself.
"You can't stop me" Harry retorted. Voldemort shook his head and came to stop a mere ten feet from him.
"Oh but I can. You are nothing Harry Potter, nothing but a mediocre child. I made you what you are today"
Harry grinned sadistically. "Oh what a fool you really are Tom but you're right of course" Harry shrugged "Just out of curiosity, did you plan it? Or did it happen because of the backfire?"
Voldemort gritted his teeth "Do you think I wouldn't have given you that kind of power if I could've helped it boy? I had intended however, to use your heart".
Harry felt his anger bubble back up to the surface again. He raised his wand and threw his arm out to the side. Harry used a nonverbal spell and ignored the flash of pain from the deep slash that appeared down it.
"No!" Voldemort spat. He surged forward but stopped again when Harry turned his wand inward towards his own chest. Voldemorts eyes flickered to his arm dripping a steady supply of ruby blood dropplets.
"Oh my Tom! You're looking a little pale" Harry teased.
"Enough of this! Lucius!" Harry gasped as wizards appeared all around him from under inviability cloaks. As they pointed their wands at him Harry noticed Voldemorts surge towards him. He dodged him and burst through the gate in a mad dash for the house. Harry cried out as the loud crack sounded and before him the door burst into a shower of splinters.
"Stop! I want him alive!" The furry in Voldemorts voice added fuel to his feet and Harry reached the broken doorway and bound into the hall. He could still hear Voldemort yelling orders at the small crowd of Death Eaters who had appeared.
How was he going to get out of this one when he couldn't apparate?! Harry panted trapped, trapped like a rabbit in a snare, too stupid to see what Voldemort had planned. Harry's eyes flashed for an escape as the Death Eaters feet drew near the doorway and in blind panic he tore up the stairs and into one of the rooms slamming the door behind them.
Heart hammering Harry listened for the sound of the Death Eater filling into the house. He knew he had to do it then and there. He rose his wand on himself and tried to stop his hand from shaking. One-two...Harry shielded his eyes as the door burst open before him. He froze solid wand pressed to heart as the faces appeared in the doorway. "He's here" the young masked man shouted.
"Freeze! Or I'll do it I swear!" Harry yelled.
Voldemort appeared then and stepped into the room wand risen. He grinned at Harry, a challenge in his eyes "You'd never do it in time Harry, not before I disarmed you, not before".
Harry panted backing up further and felt his legs bump up against the hard surface of a table behind him . "Think Tom!" Harry spat "What exactly do you think you're going to do with me?" He shook his head "You won't take the prophecy, I've seen to that".
Voldemort eyes narrowed on him "What are you afraid of Harry?"
"I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU!" Harry screamed furious, drawing in angered retorts from the Death Eaters outside. Voldemort rose a hand behind him to silence them.
Voldemort stared at him for a few moments in consideration then he nodded. "I believe you. It's not me you're afraid of, but maybe you ARE afraid that you could be responsible for keeping me alive?"
Harry panted in fear knowing his emotions gave away too much but not being able to reign them in. He closed his eyes and moved his lips.
"Experilamus!" Voldemort yelled. Harry gasped and dived over the table after the wand. "Accio wand!" As he reached for it, it slipped out from under his fingers and flew across the room.
Harry stood up shaking and defenseless, his insides felt frozen.
Voldemort twirled the wand in his hand and grinned in at Harry as he placed it inside his robes.
"Take him" he turned to leave and the four Death Eaters flooded in. They spread out in a wide semicircle and Harry's eyes flashed around the room wildly. He inched towards the window.
Bellatrix Lestrange followed his gaze and raised her hand. The others halted their approach. She smiled "Come now baby Potter, don't make this hard on yourself". She offered him a thin pale hand.
"BELLA! TAKE HIM!" Voldemorts voice boomed from downstairs. She hissed and raised her wand but not before Harry divided for the window.
"NO!" he heard her cry.
Harry gasped as the ground came up to met him and hit the lawn with a bone cracking impact. He cried out hearing two loud snaps.
"Outside! Quick!" Lucius bellowed from the window above.
Harry gasped for Oxygen and brandishing one wrist he attempted to get up. He almost wept with frustration when Voldemort appeared over him.
Voldemort didn't move but stared at him with clear disgust. "Why haven't you done it yet Potter, eh?" He asked.
Harry struggled to focus through the dizzy veil of pain in his wrist and ribs. Harry heard the Death Eaters begin to flood out of the house then. They kept their distance when they spotted the Dark Lord who stood over Harry.
Voldemort bent down to his level and his blazing eyes grazed over the sweat on the boys forehead.
"You're still hoping aren't you; that somehow you might manage to kill me, that someone this will all end happily ever after?".
Harry met his stare through a haze of pain. Voldemort nodded as if satisfied and stood up. He turned to his Death Eaters "Take him, and this time do not mess it up".
Two of them raced forward and Harry whimpered as they grabbed the back of his neck and pressed him down into the ground. They bound his wrists behind his back and pulled him to his feet to face Voldemort once more.
"I don't get it" Harry panted "Why haven't you just made more?". Every breath came as agony and he struggled to remain conscious.
"I can't afford to tear my soul any more" Voldemort hissed at him as he snagged Harrys bound arm and pulled him towards him which forced Harry to shudder in agony; beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. "So you'll just have to remain quite safe from now on, won't you?"
Harry shook his head. How foolish he'd been.
"You robbed me of my precious Nagini, I intend to make you reap the rewards". Voldemort extracted a clear glass vile from within his robes and dropped it onto the lawn grass. He rose a foot and harry heard the dull crack as it shattered under the pressure. In the next second he heard a pop and felt himself get pulled through the fabric of time and space as Voldemort apparated dragging Harry along for the ride..