He he. Here we go again. Lots more blood, guts and gore!
I need some feedback on how people think I handled this scene. It was my first truly gory scene.
Hope you enjoy it.
When Harry awoke he could hardly move from the pain in his shoulder. Grey becks fangs had inflicted some major muscle damage and Voldemort was treating it with slaves and potions.
Harry hadn't been sent back down to the dungeons, he'd been keep up in one the manors window-less rooms. Harry wished he wasn't, we wanted to be back down with Ginny but Voldemort was waiting to get the prophecy from him first.
Another very real worry was the fact that Harry had just been bitten by a werewolf, and though he was sure Voldemort would have something up his sleeve he didn't think there was a cure for the virus. If there was the rest of the wizarding world would have gotten wind of it.
The door opened and Harry looked up as Voldemort entered once again. His eyes locked on Harry's and he smirked.
"I was hoping you'd be awake. I was getting impatient" he took a seat in the black leather armchair beside Harry's bed. "Go on Harry. I'm listening". He encouraged.
Harry frowned "First, I want the cure".
Voldemort shook his head "There is none". Shock pumped through Harry. He'd known this would happen but it didn't prepare him any the better.
"But..." He added. "It is still a whole day from the full moon, so you will be a half-breed. Something like young Bill Weasley I expect". Hearing Voldemort say it didn't make Harry any more comforted. "I'm sure with a Wolfsbane potion you won't turn at all".
Harry looked up at the dulled red eyes before him. Voldemort's eyes were glittering with humor.
"Now comes your part. The prophecy".
"How much do you know?" Harry asked.
Voldemort tilted his head slightly "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies".
Harry let the silence fall for a moment while he remembered the exact words Sybill Trelawney had spoken.
"and the Dark Lord will mark him as equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not" Harry faltered as Voldemort's eyes zoned in on his scar. "and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..." Harry finished the last line and watched in interest as the expression of realization filled the wizards face.
"Yes, of course. There were two children. I could have chosen either. I could just have easily picked the other". He muttered in quiet shock.
"Why me?" the words had left his mouth before Harry knew what he was saying. He didn't expect Voldemort to answer but strangely enough, he did.
Voldemort smirked at him "You were the most like me, a half-blood. Oh when I think how easy it could have been with that squib Longbottom child..." a cold mirthless laughter ensued.
Harry scrunched his nose up in disgust. Voldemort sneered seeing this.
"So only you can kill me, and only you can me alive...how ironic".
Harry nodded "It seems that way".
Voldemorts eyes took a glazed expression then and he licked his lips, tasting victory no doubt, Harry mused.
"Oh Albus, how the mighty have fallen, and make no mistake. There is nothing an adoring public likes to see more, than a hero fail". He cocked an eyebrow. "Now, what to do with you".
Harry shook his head. "Do what you like with me, but let Ginny go. She is of no use to yoy".
Voldemort raised a hand to stroke his cheek and he laxed back into his chair.
"Yes, and I want the world to know the I have Harry Potter as my prisoner". Harry winced at that. "However she knows our location".
Harry frowned "Then block her memory".
Voldemort's gaze widened on him, he shook his head "No, that will not suffice. Anyone may recover the memory from the girl with Legilimency. I will have to remove the memory completely".
Harry sighed and nodded.
"It will be painful and require her cooperation" he warned.
"You'll have it". Harry said and Tom grinned again.
"We have a deal then. We will attempt it tomorrow, it will take me that long to brew the potion and for you to recover enough to return to the dungeons".
Harry nodded. "Tomorrow then" Please forgive me Ginny.
The following night was just the horror he feared it would be. Voldemort stood over the girl on the bed. His wand half enveloped by Ginny's skull. Voldemort was quite literally reaching in and taking the memory out. The girl was screaming.
"Ginny! It's ok!" Harry shouted from the bottom of the bed, trying to comfort her and knowing she couldn't hear him.
After another moment, Greybeck, the two Death Eaters, and Harry witnessed as Ginny's screams died and the her body went limp. Harry looked up at Voldemort to the silvery strand that hung off his broom. He reached inside his robes and pulled out a little glass vile. After depositing the strand in the glass vile it seised to glow and Voldemort nodded at Harry.
"It is done".
Harry let out an audible sigh but in the next moment he sucked in a gasp as one of the Death Eaters pulled his hands behind his back. Voldemort looked on with a sneer.
"What?" He was pulled back out of the way as Greybeck entered.
"Wait! No!" Harry struggled in the arms of the man behind him. Harry looked up to Voldemort who stood over him, eyes leering down at him.
"Who spoke the prophecy Harry?"
Harry shook his head as Greybeck reached for the unconscious Ginny. "Get him away from her!" Harry yelled, panicked by the shrill pitch of his own voice.
"Who Harry?" Tom asked again.
A sickening crack sounded in the cell ans Greybeck broke Ginny's first finer.
Harry's eyes widened in terror "NO" STOP IT!" the Death Eater behind him gave off strangled growls as he struggled to keep Harry under control.
"We have nine more for every answer you give Harry" Voldemort teased sadistically.
"Harry closed his eyes briefly feeling a pressure start in the back of his head. It burned around his eyes and he smothered a whimper as his eyes moved within their sockets.
Crack! The second finger was broken and the pressure clouded his head. The situation changed drastically as the Death Eater restraining to hold him back now held him upright.
Harry felt his eyes tingle, his jaws ache, his finger nails felt like they were covered in dozens of wasps. Harry's eyes opened slowly in pain but they were not his eyes. Every detail of his vision had change. All the colors changed to different shades of green, the tones of black inverted to white like some over exposed photo.
Voldemort seemed to straighten and Greybeck sneered back at him even though himself hadn't changed. Under him Ginny lay still unconscious. Harry gasped louder and heard it come out in more of a growl. Harry finally crumpled to the floor in agony.
Voldemort reached a hand into his pocket and took out a little purple vile, the Wolfsbane potion.
Harry gasped writhing on the ground.
"Gi-Give-it" he couldn't talk anymore, the pain too much.
Voldemort nodded "When I get that name Harry".
"Be-before it's too late!" Harry choked, but it was too late.
Harry's spine shot with pain and his head flew back. He let out a roar loud enough to wake the dead. In a split second, Voldemort had apparated out of the cell as Harry raised to his feet. He immediately turned and slashed at the Death Eater standing behind him, the man's screams were gurgled as he grasped his open throat to stop the spill. He fell to the floor with wide eyes, and his head gave a dull thump on the stone as he slumped forward to the ground, dead.
A second gasp alerted Harry to the other Death Eater, trapped in the corner of the cell, pulling his wand. Harry snarled savagely but in the next second strong muscular arms had wrapped themselves around his neck.
Harry roared as Greybeck attempted to restrain him. Harry managed to pull free and the two werewolves ripped out at each other. Harry moved back as Greybeck raised his hackles as leaped for him. Harry snarled, caught the werewolf by his chest and flipped himself over. A loud crash rang out as Greybeck hit the bars of the cell, he slumped.
Harry panted heavily, like a dog who's ran too far for a ball. A sharp intake of breath was enough to draw his attention back to the second Death Eater. He had managed to get past Harry and ran for the entrance. Harry slashed out and connected with his ankle. The man screamed and fell to the floor, in front of Voldemort who was gazing down his nose at the man was reached out to him. Harry snarled and clamped his mouth around the ankle. The man screamed in agony and fought as Harry dragged him back into the shadows of the cell.
From the shadows of the cell the sound of flesh ripping and gurgling cries could still be heard. The Death Eater was still alive when Harry began to feed off of him.
Voldemort stood very still and quiet outside the cell, he hadn't tried to close it yet with Harry so distracted.
A growl alerted him to the fact that Greybeck was coming to. A low growl was emitted from the corner, followed by a stomach wrenching crack but Harry continued to feed.
Voldemort nodded at Greybeck "Get the girl". Without hesitation Greybeck picked Ginny up in his arms and carried her out of the cell.
After what seemed like fifteen minutes a loud gaging sound echoed from the shadows of the cell.
Voldemort and Greybeck watched Harry stumble out from the corner of the cell. He was pale, and shaking in shock. Hands, mouth and chin covered in blood. He stumbled forward slightly disorientated.
Voldemort turned to tell Greybeck to take Ginny upstairs when Harry crashed to his hands and knees on the stone floor of the dark cell gagging. He panted and stared wide eyed at the blood smeared all over him. Voldemort huffed.
"Who knew you had it in you eh?" Harry looked up, tears streaking his cheeks diluting the blood as the went. Observing the boy with an unreadable look on his face.
Harry suddenly jerked forward and wretched, stomach muscles heaved and he got sick.
Voldemort grimaced and turned to Greybeck. "Take her upstairs. Have her return by this evening".
Greybeck ripped his eyes from Harry and nodded to Voldemort as he left. Voldemort's eyes turned back to Harry. The boy had passed out, spread eagled on the ground, a dark red pile of lumpy vomit beside him.