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Story is a little held back over my exams (anyone who visited my profile page should know this). I'm trying to back to normal as fast as possible. Hopefully the next chapter won't take me as long.

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Harry sat for a long time, with his mouth agape just staring at Voldemort. Luckily Voldemort seemed to expect the shock brought on by his news, he reached out a hand and titled Harry's jaw up until his mouth was closed. Harry shook his head, snapping out of his stupor.

Ok think fast Harry.

He tried to speak, but a high pitched snag caught in his throat drawing a chuckle from Voldemort.

Harry cleared his throat. "B-brother?" He didn't need to fake the tremor in his voice. "W-who?".

"Conor Harry".

"You knew all along?!" Harry winced as he said it.

Voldemort frowned "You knew?"

"How long?"

"Years, you?"

Harry was in shock, so much for Dumbledore's oh so great plan. "Weeks" Harry said.

Voldemort's eyes flashed red in anger. "I was wondering. That's why you changed into Slytherin isn't it?".

Harry nodded weakly watching Voldemort's lips thin.

"No matter" Voldemort said "He will join us".

Harry shook his head "No dad, he won't, and there's no us to join".

"What do you mean he will not?".

Harry smiled wryly. "He's not evil either Dad. I've told him about everything that's happened between you and I , I warned him, he doesn't want to meet you until after he's left school".

Voldemorts growled. "You what?"

Harry nodded "You heard me, I wont let you do to him what you did to me Dad".

Voldemorts fumed and lashed out. Harry fell from the bed to the floor cradling his head and wincing in pain from the blow.

Voldemort didn't move, just stared at him in anger.

Harry panted and cringing, leaned back up against the bed. "Let me go Dad" Harry begged. "I'm in Slytherin to protect him, the Slytherin's keep beating him up. He wont turn and neither will I".

Harry gasped as a hand fisted his hair and yanked his head back to stare into those blood red eyes.

"Oh, you can leave" Voldemort tightened his grasp "I'm finished with you. May the Gods help you if you turn him against me Harry". He spat and released Harry's hair who scrambled to his feet in shock and backed away from Voldemort. "I already have one failure for a son, I don't need another. I'll go and get him myself".

Harry felt a siring pain in his chest. "Dad" He gasped.

"No Harry" Voldemort shook his head, "I am fed with you. Stay with Albus, and stay with your precious Muggles. I want nothing more to do with you".

Harry eyes watered at every word, his throat constricted and anger flooded into him like never before. "Fine! Same to you! I HATE YOU!".

"CRUCIO!".

Harry hit the floor within seconds, screaming and writhing in agony. Knifes pierced every part of his body and his blood felt like lava in his veins. He knew nothing but the white hot pain clouding his vision.

It finished and Harry panted, pulling himself to his knees he wretched before another sob built up in his chest. He pressed a hand to the floor and dragged himself from the floor to unsteady legs. Tears streamed from his eyes and his breath cracked with hurt. "Let me out...now". He gasped facing Voldemort, who raised his wand and unlocked the door.

Harry didn't move for the door, he held out a hand to Voldemort. "My wand". He said as steady as his emotions would allow. His hand was shaking violently.

Voldemort reached inside his robes and took out Harry's wand. He displayed it in both hands, and Harry watched as he rose it and brought it down, his knee coming up to meet the wands middle.

Crack! The wand snapped in two. Voldemort threw the both half's to the floor at Harry's feet.

Stiffly, Harry bent down and closed his fingers over both pieces. He was in too much shock to voice a single word.

"Now live as a Muggle, for you are no better than one". Harry looked up at him in utter devastation.

Voldemort pointed to the door. "Now get out!" He spat in a hiss "and if we ever meet again, consider us enemies. Go!".

Harry walked out and flinched as the door slammed shut behind him. He looked around, finding himself in a long stone corridor. He was sure all the color had drained from his face, except that of his red stinging eyes. He put the two pieces of the wand together again, in a vague hope that the wand would heal miraculously. They didn't.

Harry looked around him, he had no idea where he was. At the end of the corridor he found a wide carpeted stair case. At the bottom of the stair case was one more corridor leading to open double doors that led outside. This corridor was full of Death Eaters. They eyed him with disdain as he made his way past them. He had to get back to Hogwarts, so he approached one of the many he didn't recognize. A young man with long black hair "Where am I?" He asked. The Death Eater took one look at his wand and growled. He turned his back on him. Harry felt panic, if he didn't know where he was, then he couldn't apparate. He approached another older blond Death Eater who's eyes narrowed as Harry got closer. He stared at Harry critically.

"Please" Harry swallowed nosily "Where am I?".

"Blackpool," came the harsh voice "now get away from me filth".

Harry sighed with relief and made his way past the other thirty or so pairs of eyes that were trained on him. He was sure he wouldn't make it as far as the door without a curse plowing into him from behind, so he burst into a pant when he set his first foot outside onto the loose stone walkway in front of the house.

Harry gazed back up at the window behind him, where he'd been staring out of only minutes ago. He expected to see red eyes staring at him, watching him go. He was disappointed and the thought brought another sudden heaving of his chest. He spun around in a circle, concentrating on the gates leading to Hogwarts grounds. He heard a loud pop in his ears and when he opened his eyes he was standing in front of the large black wroth iron gates. He began to make his way up the grounds. It was dark now and not a student could be seen.

Harry reached the Entrance Hallway doors and gave them a push. Locked. He gazed around him, not sure what he should do.

There were no lights on in Hagrid's hut and when Harry knocked, not even the sounds of Fangs booming barks from inside. Feeling lost and drained of all his energy Harry did the only thing he could. He climbed back up the stone steps to the Hallway doors, and sat down with back to the hard cold wood. He brought his knees up to his chest and let loose the quiet sobs that shook his body. He didn't move for a long time and it grew colder and colder. His stomach growled from hunger but Harry didn't care, he felt so numb he could feel nothing but the hurt. After a time he placed the broken wand inside his robes, and closed his eyes. His breathing steadied out to hiccuping rhythm and he fell asleep only to be plagued by nightmares of red eyes and curses.

Harry awoke too late to stop himself falling as the door at his back disappeared behind him. He smacked his head and winced. He opened his groggy eyes to stare up into red ones. For a moment Harry's breathing hitched, until the purring reached his ears and he realized he was staring at Ms Norris, the cat. Another face appeared over him then, the wrinkled and grubby sneer of the caretaker, Mr Filtch.

"I have you now Potter, no getting away with this one".